As Wu Heng erupted, the Blood Floss Demons also launched into battle against the Cenobites. At the junction of black and gray, instruments of torture flew wildly from both sides.
Demons were occasionally torn apart, while Cenobites were ground into pulp.
Leviathan's chains tightened continuously like a fishing net.
It seemed intent on trapping Wu Heng like a turtle in a jar.
The ghostly blue lightning within the abyss on either side transformed into surging columns of water, bursting from the depths and clinging to iron chains as thick as pillars, imbuing them with the trait of "pain."
The gray snowflakes around Wu Heng grew countless times denser as well, nearly condensing into tangible snowballs.
All manner of savage, enormous blades and giant pincers extended from within them, while a Crown of Fear revolved above the three-eyed sphere.
It churned the snowflakes into something like a wheel of blades.
Nightmare Power continuously poured from Wu Heng's body into the Crown of Fear. After being condensed within it, it surged once more toward the chains filling the sky.
Two hell-level powers clashed.
Like the force of giants' feet.
Wu Heng was secretly alarmed. He had still underestimated Leviathan. This Lord of Hell, whose domain lay closest to the human world, was nowhere near as simple as it had been in the story.
It was not much weaker even than Aiad Ouroboros.
Its only flaw was perhaps that it had not existed for as long as the Ouroboros.
Yet to ordinary humans, both of their lifespans were beyond reach.
Wu Heng was not the only one alarmed. Leviathan was as well.
It knew exactly how much strength it had concealed. Upon witnessing Wu Heng's uniqueness, it had originally intended to spare no cost in keeping him here—even devouring him.
In its eyes,