Within the dark Leviathan Hell, bizarre tentacles from every direction surrounded a terrifying figure carrying gray wind and snow.
Although the entire hell, along with the metallic rhomboid body constantly circling high above, appeared far larger than this giant, in terms of sheer presence, the giant seemed to have the upper hand.
"Leviathan, there is already a breach in your hell. Abaddon could attack at any time. Are you sure you want to continue?"
Wu Heng stared at the rhomboid body that had nearly risen to match his terrifying height.
The beams rotating from Leviathan's rhomboid body swept over Wu Heng's form, but as though blocked by an invisible barrier, they were cut off ten meters away.
They could not penetrate even the slightest bit.
Every one of the surrounding tentacles was as thick as a house, hundreds of times thicker than the tentacle that had seized the Cenobite Doctor's head back then.
These were Leviathan's true primary tentacles.
At their tips, torture instruments comparable to enormous blades continuously extended, contracted, and shifted, as though expressing Leviathan's thoughts.
Yet their restless twisting was enough to reveal Leviathan's confusion.
Leviathan was currently staring at Wu Heng in shock. It truly could not understand. Just moments ago, this person had been, at most, comparable to a hell-level being. Although Leviathan had been willing to show him some courtesy, this was its hell, its home ground. He was nothing special.
If he would not accept that courtesy, then he could simply get the hell out of the Labyrinth.
But this sudden change left it stunned.
The last time it had been stunned was when the Lord of Hell of Blood Floss Hell had advanced to the hell level.
It had already recognized that the person before it was the Lord of Hell of