After the coffin became lighter, Wu Heng was able to free up the force he had been using to pull the Black Coffin. He no longer needed to hold it aloft with Fear Hell.
This made him feel considerably more relaxed.
At the same time, he could devote more of his attention to the battlefield.
"Hmm, this Hell-level one covered in yellow smoke has truly formidable corrosive power. Most importantly, it can wear through stone with drops of water. This six-armed giant demon's ability to disperse and re-form is also quite good. And there's that infant with transparent, wrinkled skin."
Wu Heng commented on the Association-level combatants as they fought, every bit the spectator.
At this moment, layer upon layer of Nightmare Power throughout Fear Hell restrained the Black Coffin's aura. Although Nightmare Power was like a filter to the Black Coffin, and its aura could still seep through it—
As long as there were enough filters, however, the aura would be blocked layer by layer within Fear Hell, without leaking out in the slightest.
That was also why Wu Heng did not join the battle.
Once Hell opened its mouth to devour enemies, its aura would inevitably leak out.
After Night Rain returned to reality, batches of criminals had already been brought by the Tower Guardians to the Celestial Splendor City node in Branch River Province.
With the assistance of the Tower Masters' bizarre abilities, this kind of large-scale transport was simply the fastest it had ever been.
One criminal after another was fitted with black hoods, drugged unconscious, and laid before Spirit Sacrifice.
"Old Rain, I feel like we're being a little too high-minded about this—using other people's sacrifices in exchange for a place to survive," Spirit Sacrifice said.
"No, I think it's precisely because of that that