Absolute Domain

The battlefield lay silent, the eerie stillness broken only by the faint crackle of dying embers. Zhang Yong stood tall amidst the ruins, the Infernal Flame Core still radiating heat in his hand. His golden eyes burned brighter than ever, a testament to the power he had just claimed.

Lilith approached cautiously, her expression a mix of admiration and wariness. "You keep surprising me, Zhang Yong. But tell me, do you ever think about what this power might cost you?"

He glanced at her, his lips curling into a smirk. "The cost of power is paid by those who stand in my way."

Before she could respond, the earth beneath them quaked violently. Cracks spiderwebbed across the charred ground, and from the fissures erupted a swarm of blackened figures. Their bodies were twisted, their faces devoid of features, save for glowing crimson eyes.

"Hellspawn," Lilith spat, gripping her scythe tightly. "The Sentinel's death must have triggered their release. These things exist only to kill."

Zhang Yong's smirk widened. "Good. Then they won't complain when I kill them back."

The Hellspawn rushed toward them in a frenzied wave, their movements unnaturally fast. Zhang Yong didn't flinch. As the first creature lunged, he activated the Absolute Krishna Domain, its oppressive power halting the Hellspawn in their tracks.

Within the domain, he was a god. Time seemed to slow as he moved, his blade carving through the Hellspawn like a scythe through wheat. Each strike was precise, brutal, and unrelenting.

One Hellspawn screamed as Zhang Yong's blade severed its arm, the molten energy within it spilling out like liquid fire. Another fell to his crushing kick, its skull caving in with a sickening crunch. He moved like a force of nature, leaving destruction in his wake.

Lilith joined the fray, her scythe spinning in graceful arcs. Despite the chaos, she fought with an almost playful elegance, her movements precise and efficient.

"Don't get too cocky," she called out, her voice laced with amusement. "You're not the only one who knows how to put on a show."

Zhang Yong chuckled, slicing through three Hellspawn with a single swing. "Just try to keep up."

As they fought, the swarm seemed endless. For every Hellspawn they cut down, more emerged from the cracks. The battlefield became a sea of blood and ash, the air thick with the stench of death.

One particularly massive Hellspawn, its body wreathed in dark flames, stepped forward. It roared, the sound shaking the ground, and unleashed a wave of black fire that consumed everything in its path.

Zhang Yong raised his blade, the Absolute Krishna Domain absorbing the flames as he advanced. The massive Hellspawn charged, its claws aiming to tear him apart, but Zhang Yong met it head-on.

Their clash was cataclysmic. Zhang Yong's blade clashed against the Hellspawn's claws, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. He pressed forward, his golden aura flaring as he forced the creature back.

With a roar, he drove his blade into its chest, the weapon piercing its dark core. The Hellspawn let out a final, guttural scream before collapsing into ash.

The remaining Hellspawn faltered, their movements becoming erratic. Zhang Yong seized the opportunity, his blade flashing as he cut them down one by one.

When the last Hellspawn fell, silence returned to the battlefield. Zhang Yong lowered his blade, his chest heaving as he surveyed the carnage.

Lilith approached, her scythe resting on her shoulder. "Well, that was fun. Though I'm starting to think you enjoy this a little too much."

Zhang Yong smirked, wiping the blood from his blade. "If they didn't want to die, they shouldn't have come here."

As they prepared to leave, a voice echoed from the shadows.

"You're strong, Zhang Yong. But strength alone won't save you."

They turned to see a figure emerging from the darkness, clad in black armor etched with glowing red runes. His face was obscured, but the aura he radiated was oppressive.

"And you are?" Zhang Yong asked, his grip tightening on his blade.

The figure chuckled, his voice low and menacing. "A debt collector. The Infernal Flame Core wasn't yours to take."

Zhang Yong's smirk returned, though his eyes were sharp. "Then come and take it back."