Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

One of the girls, who could manipulate sparks, screamed and unleashed an electric current at Jack, but Jack easily dodged it. Instead, he grabbed a steel bar and threw it at her, piercing her shoulder.

The boy who could levitate objects with his mind tried to throw something at Jack, but because he was distracted, another young man with the ability of speed slit his throat from behind.

Sam fired, and the bullet struck Jack in the shoulder, but it only made him stagger and did not cause a fatal injury.

Jack roared and grabbed a block of cement, smashing it at Sam with such force that it created a whistling sound. Sam tumbled aside in a sorry state, and the cement block smashed a large crater in the spot where he had just been standing.

Sam's precognitive abilities seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

It would be useful if Sam could control it, but the problem is that its arrival is always uncontrollable, and it has absolutely no effect on this battle.

Faced with Jack's berserk power, the speedster's sneak attack, and the girl's indiscriminate area attacks that could unleash frost, he had no time to make any effective countermeasures. He could only passively and extremely awkwardly dodge and roll, and soon he had several wounds on his body.

The Witcher's skills were severely limited in the midst of a chaotic battle of diverse superpowers.

This place has become a bloody inferno.

Screams, roars, and the buzzing of superpowers erupting filled the air as people fell one after another, their blood staining the desolate ground.

Sam struggles to protect himself while trying to stop the killing, but he is powerless to do anything about it.

He watched helplessly as Andy, the one who had given him hope, had his throat slit by the speed-manipulator and fell into a pool of blood.

In the chaos, Ava, the fat woman who initially seemed the most timid and cowardly, huddled in a corner trembling, was screaming and waving her hands wildly, seemingly out of extreme fright.

Every time she swung her weapon haphazardly, someone in the heat of battle would suddenly make a fatal mistake, either slipping unexpectedly, losing their weapon, or being struck precisely in the temple by a stray rock.

Death happens silently.

Sam's heart sank.

The fight didn't last long. When the last scream subsided, all that was left standing were Sam, the fat woman Ava, and Jack, the young black man who had disappeared without a trace, his shoulder still bleeding.

Seven or eight corpses lay scattered on the ground, each with a different manner of death, and their blood almost formed a small stream.

"Is it just the two of us left?" Ava's face was splattered with blood, her voice trembling, and she looked terrified as she slowly approached Sam, seemingly seeking protection.

Sam cautiously took a step back, lowering his gun slightly, but remained on guard: "Ava, you did it, didn't you? You used your telekinesis to kill them!"

The fear and timidity on Ava's face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold and cunning smile: "Oh? You've been discovered? How perceptive. Too bad, too late."

"Didn't you hear what he said? There was only one survivor in this battle. In fact, I had already experienced a fierce battle before you arrived."

Before she could finish speaking, Sam felt a huge, invisible force suddenly grab his throat and lift him off the ground, while another psychic force slammed into his chest like a heavy hammer.

The sound of a rib breaking was clearly audible.

Sam coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the gun in his hand flew out of his grasp.

He struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free from the omnipresent psychic power that bound him. Ava's psychic power was far stronger than he had imagined.

She was hiding her strength from the beginning, waiting for everyone to be weakened so she could reap the benefits.

"I was hoping to let you live a little longer," Ava sneered, manipulating her telekinesis to slam Sam hard against a sharp metal support.

Sam had already observed the environment inside the house and knew that there were spikes there. During the process, he used his own strength to twist his body and avoid the necessary penetrating attack. Then he rolled out of the house and hid in a clump of grass, slightly unconscious.

Ava seemed confident of victory and wasn't in a hurry. Just as she was about to step forward to catch up with Sam...
*Thud!* A muffled sound piercing through flesh and blood rang out.

Jack, a young black man who had been hiding in the corner, suddenly sprang up like a cheetah. His right arm was bulging with muscles, and his hand was as sharp as a knife. He pierced through Ava's chest from behind in an instant!
His hand emerged from Ava's chest, still clutching a slightly beating heart.

Ava's sinister smile froze. She looked down at Jack's arm that had pierced through her body, her eyes filled with shock and resentment. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Then her gaze became unfocused, and her body went limp.

Jack abruptly pulled his arm back, crushing Ava's heart in his hand.

He was panting heavily, blood still flowing from the wound on his shoulder where Sam had hit him, but his face was filled with the madness and cruelty of a victor.

"Bitch, trying to trick me?!" Jack spat at Ava's corpse. He was a second too late and didn't see Sam hiding; Ava was already all alone.

At that moment, he considered himself the one and only victor.

Then, excitedly, he walked to the deepest part of the room and took the Demon-Slaying Spear that belonged to the victor.

Then they left the house and headed to the final sealed place, where an ancient and mottled stone door appeared.

The stone door was tightly shut, with a strange keyhole in the center, the shape of which was exactly the same as the outline of the barrel of the Demon-Eating Spear left behind by the Yellow-Eyed Demon.

Jack picked up the Demon-Slaying Spear, his face filled with fanaticism and anticipation: "Power. Demon Legion, I am the final victor! All of this is mine."

He forcefully shoved the barrel of the Demon-Devouring Spear into the matching keyhole in the center of the stone door, and then turned it with force.

"No, stop!" Sam, who had caught up after regaining consciousness, shouted hoarsely despite the excruciating pain, trying to stop them, but he was too weak to stand up.

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A heavy, muffled sound, as if from the depths of an abyss, signaled the activation of a mechanism.

The Demon-Devouring Spear glowed with a blinding dark red light, and countless twisted runes flowed along the spear shaft into the cracks of the stone gate.

Click...click...

The ancient, heavy stone door slowly opened a crack to the outside.

Immediately following, a shrill scream, like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, surged out from the crack in the door, and an extremely dense evil aura rushed in like a tsunami.

Countless distorted, terrifying figures made of pure black smoke surged forth from the widening crack in the door like a burst dam.

They emitted excited and hungry hisses, which instantly filled the entire area, like a moving, malicious dark cloud.

The gates of hell have been opened, and the demon army has descended!

Sam watched all this with despair, his heart filled with despair.

Just then, the screeching sound of tires came from outside the amusement park. Dean, driving the Impala, slammed on the brakes and came to a stop on the edge of the road.

As he and Wu Heng got out of the car, the first thing they saw was the surging, dark, and suffocating black fog above the factory.

Dean's face turned deathly pale when he saw this apocalyptic scene.

"Oops!"

"Sam is still there."

He frowned, and recklessly tried to rush inside. (End of Chapter)