The instant Wu Heng was about to tear open the space before him and leave Leviathan Hell.
"No, you can't leave!"
"What I want isn't an answer, but a result!" Leviathan roared.
The mass of Leviathan's tentacles that had been retracting all around suddenly lashed at Wu Heng, carrying eerie dark-blue lightning and a force specifically aimed at souls.
At the same time, from the abyss on both sides of the Labyrinth, which was filled with dark-blue lightning, the lightning within surged like a rising tide.
From depths that had originally stretched thousands of meters below, it rose until it was only a few dozen meters away from overflowing onto the Labyrinth's highest level.
Which was precisely where Wu Heng currently stood.
The vast ocean of dark-blue lightning brimmed with destruction and deathly stillness. It seemed that, aside from Leviathan, no wandering souls or evil ghosts could survive within it.
The Cenobites who had been blown into it earlier by the gale Wu Heng had stirred up—
By now, they had likely long been refined by that boundless sea of thunder, leaving not even a shred of soul behind.
Waves rose across the sea of lightning.
Leviathan's roar came from below. Every Lord of Hell possessed a true body and a hell core—this was the advantage they held within their own hells.
The rising sea of thunder submerged the lower levels of the Labyrinth, which resembled clusters of skyscrapers.
Although it had not invaded the individual hell rooms within the Labyrinth, its terrifying power and the oppressive sensation directed at souls still made countless Cursed Disciples howl like ghosts and wolves.
They felt unprecedented terror.
This lightning was no Taoist thunder art for subduing demons. Instead, it was filled with twisted, sinister negative power that scourged the soul.
It was