Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The young demon felt a powerful binding force that imprisoned him in place.

Then the body was entangled.

Bound by two metal tentacles, only his head was visible.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifyingly large puppet-like evil spirit slowly rose from beneath the tentacles, squeezing out a huge collapse in the entire underground space.

Completely bound, the young demon instantly lost the courage to struggle and froze.

this power
Before its shocked gaze, the puppet demon's tentacles ripped apart, and with immense friction, the young demon's body was ground into a pulp.

A large cloud of black mist shot out from it and was sent back to hell.

Wu Heng could naturally intercept the demon's soul within the black mist and kill the demon, but that would easily trigger the entity behind it.

These demons are like hellish monks; ordinary killing will cause their souls to return to hell with hellish power, making them impossible to completely eliminate.

In this world, there are also weapons that can completely kill demons, such as angel weapons, demon-devouring spears, and other weapons with special powers.

Demons are not invincible; they are simply invincible through objects that ordinary people can access.

John was awakened by Wu Heng.

Just as he was expressing his gratitude to Wu Heng,
John's cell phone, which Daisy had left for the young demon, rang again from the ground. It was the witcher friend who had helped them before, calling in a panicked tone:

"John, where are you?"

"Those vampires who attacked us just now, they fucking don't play by the rules! This time they didn't use fangs and claws, damn it, they used rifles, even RPGs! We suffered heavy losses, Sam and Dean are both in trouble!"

A loud explosion and static came from the other end of the phone, and the communication was cut off!
"Sam, Dean!" John's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he looked up abruptly.

"I'll go first, you come over here," Wu Heng said, frowning.

The next moment, the shadow beneath the Grim Reaper's feet expanded again, engulfing Wu Heng and the Grim Reaper together.

The two soon arrived at the location their witcher friend had described: a street ruin that looked like it had been bombed by a small army, with burning vehicle wreckage, collapsed walls, and shell casings and broken glass scattered everywhere.

The most jarring sight was an ambulance parked to the side, with paramedics hurriedly loading a stretcher into it.

Lying on the stretcher was Sam, covered in blood and unconscious.

Dean stood anxiously beside the ambulance, covered in blood and dust, with blood scabbed over on his chest and seven or eight bullet holes in his body.

He was emotionally agitated and trying to grab the stretcher, yelling at the medical staff, "Save him! You must save him! He's my brother!"

A nurse forcefully pushed him away: "Sir, please calm down and don't obstruct our treatment. He needs to go to the hospital immediately!"

Dean was pushed away, staggered, and his face was filled with helplessness, fear, and rage.

Just when he was about to collapse, he caught a glimpse of Wu Heng and the mysterious Death God butler out of the corner of his eye.

this moment,
Dean, as if seeing the only glimmer of light in endless darkness, cried out with a voice trembling with sobs and utter urgency:

"Lor, save Sam! Those damned vampires! They have no sportsmanship! They ambushed us with firearms!" He pointed to the horrific scene around him and his dying brother, his voice trembling with anger and worry.
"I have to say, this is far more damaging than facing evil spirits and demons!"

“You seem to be seriously injured as well,” Wu Heng said.

"I have to thank you for that bottle of wine; its immortality is still going strong." Dean said, lifting his shirt as he spoke.

There were seven completely penetrating wounds on his body, especially the one on his chest, which was clearly shot by a sniper rifle and had a hole the size of an egg that allowed light to pass through.

However, the area around the wound seemed to be sustained by a transparent force.

"I don't even know if I'm dead or alive now," Dean said with a self-deprecating bitter smile.

“The line between life and death is inherently blurred. In my opinion, as long as you can move, you’re alive.” Wu Heng gestured for Dean to calm down and offered him a cigarette. At the same time, the Grim Reaper’s butler handed him a trench coat.

Dean draped his trench coat over his shoulders, concealing the gunshot wounds and bloodstains all over his body, then took a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag, his fingers trembling.

As a result, the smoke he exhaled not only flowed from his nostrils, but also from around his body and chest, making him look like a leaky chimney.

Dean quickly stubbed out his cigarette, not wanting his remaining heart to be irritated by the smoke.

Just then, John also rushed over by car.

Upon seeing the scene before him, his heart skipped a beat, a feeling of suffocation welled up inside him, and his entire appearance seemed to age five years in an instant.

The three of them accompanied the ambulance to the hospital.

The hospital corridor was blindingly bright, and the smell of disinfectant mixed with a faint odor of blood created a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.

When the emergency room lights finally went out, a doctor in green surgical scrubs came out, took off his mask, and looked tired and heavy-hearted.

He looked at John, Dean, who had gathered around him, and Wu Heng, who was standing quietly to the side, and slowly shook his head.

"I'm sorry, we did our best." The doctor's voice was weary. "The bullet damaged multiple vital organs and caused internal bleeding. His injuries were too severe. It's a miracle he's held on this long. Please accept my condolences."

These words struck Dean like a final verdict.

He staggered, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the doctor, as if trying to find a trace of a joke on his face, but in the end he only saw reality: the doctor wouldn't joke about death.

"No way! He's still breathing! Save him! Use the best medicine, anything is fine!" Dean grabbed the doctor's arm, his fingers digging so hard they almost dug into the doctor's flesh, roaring hoarsely.

The doctor helplessly broke free: "Sir, please calm down, there really is no hope."

"Calm down?! How can you expect me to calm down? That's my brother!" Dean completely lost control of his emotions. He abruptly turned to his father, John, who was also pale and silent. Years of pent-up resentment and pain erupted like a volcano at this moment:

“It’s all your fault, it’s all because of you!” He pointed at John, his voice trembling with emotion. “From childhood to adulthood, all you’ve ever known is your revenge, your evil. Have you ever cared about us? Have you ever cared about Sam?”

"Yes, I'm bad at studying, all I know is fighting and chasing girls, I admit it. I'll follow you to hunt demons, I admit it, this is the path I chose!" His eyes were red, tears mixed with blood streaming down his face. "But Sam, he's different!"

"He was so smart, he got into Stanford with a full scholarship, he could have had a bright and stable future." (End of Chapter)