Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Su An's actions at the time were a complete deception to this local Grim Reaper.

Offerings turned into imprisonment, which was absolutely unbearable for Death.

As the contract weakens

Inside the basement, a chilling wind howled, and the bones on the altar creaked like wind chimes. Painful, distorted faces appeared on the altar's surface—those of the sacrifices chosen by Su An.

Dean even saw the athlete who died because of him up there, and felt a pang of guilt.

Then, a gray-skinned old man appeared, several times clearer and more solid than what Carl Reid had seen before. This was the image of Death, his body shrouded in a chilling aura of death and resentment.

Silently breaking free from the altar, it rushed towards Su An, who was casting a spell, like a ghost.

"It's now!"

Sam, who was keeping a close eye on the scene, yelled and threw out a large amount of salt and iron filings mixed with lizard blood that he had prepared beforehand. A circle that looked ordinary and had no special effects was formed.

It had no special properties; it was just an ordinary mixture. Yet, it produced a strange effect.

It barely managed to confine the Grim Reaper's raging energy to a few meters around the altar, but this invisible constraint fluctuated violently under the Grim Reaper's frenzied attacks, the iron filings constantly shaking, trying to disperse, and on the verge of shattering.

Dean darted forward, pulling the terrified Su An behind him. He held a cast iron rod smeared with lizard blood across his chest, staring nervously at the terrifying gray shadow.

At this moment, the old man of death, now unrestrained, can be seen.

At this critical moment, Wu Heng made his move.

He didn't even chant a spell; he simply took a step forward.

In an instant, the shadow beneath his feet boiled like a living thing, pushing out towards reality and continuing to expand!
Under the shocked gazes of the crowd,
An enormous, terrifying, and imposing puppet-like evil spirit, beyond description, rose majestically from the shadows as if crawling out of the deepest nightmare.

It filled almost half of the basement, and the cold metal on the gnarled steel head highlighted the twisted and indifferent posture of the old man of death.

Countless twisted tentacles, existing between physical matter and energy, danced silently, emanating an evil and pressure far more oppressive, profound, and indescribable than that of death itself.

Its appearance caused even the furious old man of death to freeze for a moment.

The old man of death even forgot about Su An for a moment, staring blankly at the evil spirit in front of him. As a native being that controls souls, he had devoured many evil spirits, but none of them were like the one in front of him.

Is this still an evil spirit?

The Winchester brothers, who were standing to the side, already knew that Wu Heng was no ordinary person, but they did not expect it to be this exaggerated. Su An, who also felt that Wu Heng was different from ordinary people, was completely shocked by this scene that exceeded the limits of imagination.

"This is... the power of the Morrick family?!" Sam murmured in a daze.

At that moment, he realized the gap between himself and those ancient witcher families.

Is this terrifying thing really something that humans can control?
The next moment, the puppet spirit's tentacles seemed to traverse space, easily penetrating Sam's crumbling barrier and precisely wrapping around and binding the old man's body.

The old man of death's withered eye sockets suddenly widened, and he let out a death shriek powerful enough to instantly wither the souls of ordinary people. Waves of sonic energy struck the smooth surface of the puppet evil spirit, but they were like mud oxen entering the sea, only causing a barely perceptible ripple. Instead, they were absorbed by the evil spirit and transformed into part of its own energy.

Repression!

Absolute and effortless suppression!

The terrifying power of death was as meek as a child before this evil giant.

Only then did Wu Heng calmly pick up the book of dark magic, turn to a certain page, and begin to chant an ancient and obscure incantation.

As he chanted, black runes, similar to those on the altar but infinitely more complex and intricate, appeared on the puppet spirit. These runes, like living chains, were deeply embedded in the core of the Grim Reaper.

The ceremony was completed quickly.

One of the puppet spirit's main tentacles slowly retracted, but at its end, a gray death god phantom, constantly struggling and shrunk countless times, was added. Finally, it was completely pulled into the spirit's body and disappeared.

The suffocating atmosphere of death in the cellar dissipated instantly, and the temperature began to rise.

Like a loyal hound that has completed its mission, the puppet evil spirit guardian silently sank into Wu Heng's shadow, disappearing without a trace, as if it had never existed.

The cellar was deathly silent.

Sam and Dean stared blankly at Wu Heng, who was expressionlessly putting away the books. They then looked at each other, their eyes filled with unprecedented shock, worry, and a hint of indescribable fear.

What kind of power does the Morrick family, the ancient family they are collaborating with, possess?
Putting everything else aside, just from what we've seen so far, this terrifying evil giant has left the two brothers at a loss as to how to deal with it. Fortunately, Wu Heng is not an enemy.

Wu Heng straightened his sleeves, as if he had just done something insignificant.

He looked at the still-shaken Su An: "The contract transfer is complete. Death has been bound by my 'Guardian.' Its backlash will become nourishment for my race's power. We no longer need to worry about it going out of control. I hope you will take care of yourself and not get involved with this power again."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid the number of people you save won't be as many as the number of people killed by the raging Grim Reaper you've provoked."

Feeling completely relaxed, Su An, who had been constantly watched with a cold gaze and filled with fear, collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his face filled with the dazed feeling of surviving a disaster and a heavy sense of relief.

"No, I will only accompany my husband in quiet prayer work from now on, and I will never be involved in these things again," she said in a trembling voice, still shaken.

Wu Heng didn't care about Su An's assurance.

He even speculated that Su An would eventually come into contact with dark magic again, for example, if her husband's health deteriorated again, or if something uncontrollable or unfair happened, or if Le Granger and Su An were to die of old age and want to prolong their lives?
Once Pandora's box has been opened and one has come into contact with mysterious and dark forces, it is almost impossible to make one peacefully accept birth, aging, sickness, and death.

Such is the nature of human nature.

Just like when Sam first came into contact with the demon hunter circle, Dean's heart problem made him subconsciously seek out mysterious power to save Dean; people are all the same.

But what happened next was none of his business.

"This is the end, let's leave." Wu Heng looked at Sam and Dean. (End of Chapter)