The smoke of battle intertwined with magical light, creating an apocalyptic scene.

On a battlefield illuminated by flames, two abyss soldiers of different shapes stood back to back. One was a tall demon, wielding a giant axe burning with hellfire.

The other is an agile shadow hunter, wielding two sharp daggers, moving as nimbly as a ghost in the night.

They were facing a massive, rotten polluter.

The monster had several tentacles, each as flexible as a whip, and it kept whispering, trying to erode the will of the two people.

The demon warrior roared and swung his giant axe, each strike accompanied by a fiery explosion that shattered the tentacles into charred fragments.

The Shadow Hunter uses its speed advantage to weave through the monster's blind spots, its short daggers precisely piercing the monster's soft joints, each strike accurate and fatal.

"Hack, your axe is still as powerful as ever!" The Shadow Hunter turned back to the demon warrior and laughed after dodging, his voice tinged with panting, but his eyes were full of excitement for battle.

The demon warrior, Hark, grinned, revealing sharp fangs. "That's because of you, Mephisto. Your shadow tricks always give me a chance to deliver a powerful blow!"

Their seamless teamwork allowed them to find enjoyment in perilous situations; their battles were not only for survival but also a testament to their trust and friendship.

Amidst whispers and chaos, this pure camaraderie shone like a ray of light, warm and bright.

In this little episode, the entire battlefield was filled with an incredible sense of unity and tacit understanding.

Every soldier, in their own way, proves that even in the deepest abyss of despair, the power of friendship and cooperation can shine brightly, illuminating the path to victory.

......

This was not an isolated scene. For example, on the other side of the battlefield, two soldiers worked together to kill the Corruptor.

A towering Balrog warrior and an agile Crypt Fiend scout stand back to back, fighting together against a gigantic Corruptor covered in twisted tentacles.

The Balrog Warrior wields a flaming hammer, each swing accompanied by scorching flames that char the tentacles, while the Crypt Demon uses its agility to dig traps beneath the enemy's feet, complementing the Balrog's offensive.

"Good heavens, this guy's hide is really thick!" The Balrog warrior panted heavily, but his fighting spirit remained undiminished.

The crypt demon grinned, revealing sharp teeth. "Don't worry, my trap will give it a good thrashing!" With that, he gestured, and the ground suddenly cracked open. The giant corrupted creature, caught off guard, crashed into the trap.

The Balrog Warrior seized the opportunity, leaped up, and delivered a powerful hammer blow that struck a vital spot. Flames engulfed the Corruptor, and finally, the mighty monster fell with a resentful roar.

The two exchanged a smile, and the Balrog Warrior patted the Crypt Demon on the shoulder, "Well done, brother! I didn't expect you to be so good at digging tunnels."

The cave demon shrugged and said jokingly, "Of course, I'm an expert on things underground. Speaking of which, you were pretty good at using heat; that guy was practically bubbling from the heat."

In the midst of their relaxed conversation, not far away, a whisperer was trying to control a soldier through whispers. The soldier's eyes began to glaze over, and his steps began to unconsciously move towards the enemy lines.

Angelica keenly noticed this situation and quickly used her spatial distortion ability to instantly teleport the soldier to a safe area. At the same time, she used her mental power to form a barrier, temporarily isolating the whispers from their influence.

However, Saltaros's condition began to worry Angelica and Lucifer. She noticed that the Shadow Archon's behavior became increasingly erratic after he frequently used his abilities to delve into the Whispering Network, and there seemed to be a hint of madness in his smile that did not belong to him.

This made her frown. Looking at the impact of actively contacting the Whispering Network, she realized it was more dangerous than she had imagined.

While Saltaros was unconsciously corrupted by the whispers, his actions remained highly efficient. He seemed to be using the power of the whispers to counter his enemies, and this delicate balance made his figure on the battlefield even more mysterious and unpredictable.

He began to realize that he had been corrupted by the whispers, and secretly vowed to contribute his last bit of strength to the battle before he was completely lost.

Although he was gradually influenced by the whispers, amidst the chaos and tension of the battlefield, he still retained a sliver of reason and struggled to maintain control over his own will.

This strong will unexpectedly helped him temporarily resist the erosion of the whispers, making his actions more decisive and efficient, and increasingly devastating to the enemy's command system.

......

Saltaros took a deep breath; he could feel the whispers stirring within him, like a pack of hungry beasts yearning to break free of their cage.

He knew he had to act immediately, or he would not only lose himself but also bring disaster to his comrades. Using his profound understanding of shadow and mind, Saltaros embarked on a daring and dangerous plan.

Beneath a curtain of shadows he himself had created, Saltaros closed his eyes, concentrated all his remaining mental energy, and began to construct a complex reverse link within his mind, intending to disrupt and ultimately sever the Whispering Network directly from within.

This was a desperate move, because if he failed, he might be completely assimilated by the whispers and become a tool of the enemy.

Time seemed to stand still, and all the noise on the battlefield seemed to have faded away from him, leaving only the whispers that kept echoing in his heart, surging like a tide.

Saltaros's face alternated between expressions of pain and determination; his body trembled from the extreme mental strain, but his will remained as firm as steel.

Finally, after a struggle that seemed to transcend eternity, Saltaros's eyes snapped open, shooting out two sharp beams of light.

At that moment, the whispers across the battlefield seemed to have their source severed, suddenly thinning out until they vanished. The attacks of the polluters and whisperers became blind and chaotic, losing their previous chilling coordination.

After completing all this, Saltaros's body trembled violently. Almost with his last bit of strength, he used the power of shadow to stealthily leave the battlefield and find a relatively safe place away from the crowd.

He knew he had to deal with the whispers inside him immediately, or the consequences would be dire.

Because tiny tentacles had appeared on his body, constantly swaying.