She then willingly transformed into a Blood Floss Demon.
As part of the earlier reward, Wu Heng had also preserved much of her individual consciousness. He had not even needed to use Hell's traits to influence her thoughts much.
Yet, having already fallen into darkness and come to depend on Wu Heng, even with an independent consciousness, she regarded Blood Floss Hell as her home.
That painful place had instead become a place of enjoyment for her.
She even possessed the potential to independently sense "traits." Of course, that potential was infinitely close to zero, making her about the same as Nailhead.
Nailhead had also relied on his "craftsmanship" and his own understanding of "pain," enduring extreme suffering and sacrifices before he had barely attained pseudo-Hell-level combat power.
Even that did not mean Nailhead had stepped into the pseudo-Hell level.
With a thought from Wu Heng, Yulia, who had been searching for souls in the human world, was summoned back to Hell by a suddenly appearing gray vortex.
She appeared before Wu Heng.
"My Lord!"
A red, plastic-like filament extended from behind Yulia, with a big-bearded head hanging from it, blood dripping from the head.
Another filament wrapped around the big-bearded man's soul, covering him tightly from head to toe.
The filaments dug deep into the skin of his soul, squeezing him like crushed meat paste. His surface had been cinched into a bloody mess, giving him a shredded, fleshy appearance.
Every step Yulia took brought unbearable pain to the big-bearded man's soul.
With only a casual glance, Wu Heng saw all the evil and fear contained within the big-bearded man's soul play out before his eyes like a movie.
The man had been a street thug since his youth, joined the mafia, strangled his own father to death, and