Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

It can even cross obstacles directly and climb sloping cliffs.

The demonic black mist that rushed in from all directions was constantly and precisely blasted apart by the dancing tentacles, turning into sparks and black ash everywhere.

Some demons attempt to possess disturbed wild animals, such as wild dogs, crows, and even bears, using them as vessels. These demons require flesh and blood as vessels in reality, even bones or corpses will suffice.

In this place where ruins and forests blend together, wildlife is naturally the best choice.

The possessed creature's body instantly underwent a terrifying distortion, its muscles swelled and tore apart, its bones twisted and pierced through its skin, howling as it lunged forward to stop the attack, but it was still easily ripped apart and torn apart by the wildly waving tentacles.

Dean was jolted so hard in the car that he felt like his internal organs were about to shift.

He gripped the handle tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort, suppressing a strong urge to vomit. His face was pale; this was ten times more terrifying than any demon-hunting adventure or roller coaster he had ever experienced.

But he couldn't care less about that at the moment. His eyes were fixed on the black fog spreading ahead, and he had only one thought in his mind: Sam, you have to hold on!

As Wu Heng controlled the puppet evil spirit in battle, the nearby demons seemed to get anxious, and suddenly they all moved aside to the sides.

The surging gray fog ahead was pushed aside by a brute force, accompanied by a low but distorted cry. The ground trembled slightly, and then a huge shadow tore through the thick fog, revealing its full form.

This is an elephant.

But it was no ordinary elephant. The power of the devil had completely twisted and reshaped it. On its massive body, the muscles no longer followed natural lines, but were like over-fermented, rotten dough, frantically squeezed, piled up, and bulged, forming disgusting tumors and wrinkles.

The grayish-white skin was torn open, revealing the dark red, pulsating muscle lines underneath.

Yellowish-green pus seeped from countless ruptured abscesses, dripping down the body and corroding small, sizzling pits on the ground.

Its back is particularly horrifying, covered with a thick skin resembling that of a toad, covered with disgusting bumps that wriggle constantly, as if something alive were crawling inside.

His limbs were disproportionately thick, and every step he took cracked the ground.

Its once docile eyes are now filled with only the purest, most frenzied crimson.

It let out a strange cry that was a mixture of the pain of an elephant's cry and the howl of a demon, and like a runaway mountain of flesh, it charged toward the spider car with a ferocious speed that was disproportionate to its size.

The two vehicles are vastly different in size, as if the car is about to be crushed into a pancake. Faced with this overwhelming momentum, the Spider-Car shows no intention of slowing down or dodging.

Just as the two were about to collide in the most savage way.

The Spider-Car's windshield, along with part of its frame, shattered completely with a loud bang. It didn't just break; it shot outwards, as if forcibly pushed aside by a more powerful internal force.

Immediately afterwards, two thicker tentacles with completely distorted structures emerged from the opening.

These two tentacles are made of dark, metallic teeth that rotate at high speed and constantly bite and collide, forming two rotating biological chainsaws.

As soon as they appear, they entangle and combine to form a roaring, deadly meat grinder, almost as wide as a car, its serrated teeth cutting through the air, emitting ear-piercing shrieks, and even distorting the visual flow of air.

At the same time, the six tentacles beneath the vehicle burst forth with unprecedented power. Instead of moving nimbly, they slammed into the ground like pile drivers, propelling the entire vehicle forward instead of retreating, launching a fierce counterattack against the demonic giant elephant.

Next second,
The rapidly spinning toothed giant drill collided squarely with the putrid body of the demonic mutated elephant. *Screech!*
An ear-piercing noise erupted, defying description.

That was the sound of hard metal saw teeth spinning at high speed forcibly tearing and cutting through a mixture of thick leather, tough muscles, and thick bones. The sound was sharp enough to penetrate the eardrum and reach the brain.

The drill bit drove deep into the demon elephant's body without any resistance.

The point of contact instantly exploded into a filthy fountain composed of black, foul-smelling blood, yellowish-green pus, shattered bone fragments, torn muscle fibers, and pieces of internal organs.

The filth splashed wildly outwards, almost completely staining the front half of the Spider-Man vehicle a sticky, black mess.

The colossal demon's earth-shattering, agonizing roar had barely begun when it was abruptly interrupted by even more intense internal destruction, its momentum forcibly halted by absolute force.

The compound chainsaw drill bit did not stop at all, like a hot knife cutting into frozen butter, continuing to push deeper and deeper.

Tear, shred!
The disgusting toad-like skin on the elephant's back was easily shredded, the piled-up tumor-like muscles were peeled off and torn apart in pieces, and the thick spine was forcibly severed with a piercing cracking sound.

The entire process was extremely bloody and violent, yet it also possessed a kind of inhuman precision and efficiency that was beautiful.

In just two or three seconds, this enormous and terrifying demonic creation was completely and cleanly cleaved in two from the center by the chainsaw drill bit.

The spider-car didn't slow down, its six legs moving as it sped through the massive, still twitching body parts that had been split in two.

Dean held himself firmly inside the car, and through the blood-stained window, he caught a glimpse of the hellish scene, which made his stomach churn.

He felt like he didn't want to eat grilled steak for a whole week.

At that moment, two clear and distinctive gunshots suddenly rang out from the depths of the thick fog in the southeast.

It was the sound of Sam's gun.

Dean was very familiar with this sound, much like some people can recognize the engine of their family's car—there were subtle differences.

"Over there!" Dean immediately pointed to the source of the gunfire.

Almost as soon as he spoke, the spider-shaped monster vehicle suddenly made a near 90-degree turn, its six tentacles unleashing astonishing power, tearing through the ground and propelling the vehicle like a cannonball toward the direction of the gunshot.

With the sound of metal tentacles striking, a section of ruined wall was pushed aside, revealing a small, relatively intact square.

Sam was standing there, holding a gun, his face pale but his eyes resolute.

The black, misty demons flying all around seemed afraid to approach this area.

Opposite him stood a middle-aged man dressed in a well-fitting trench coat, his hair meticulously combed. Between him and Sam, two brass warheads hovered silently, as if a pause button had been pressed.

It was obvious that Sam fired those two shots, but the bullets were easily frozen in mid-air by the man.

The man seemed to be saying something to Sam. He casually raised his hand and lightly flicked the two bullets as if brushing away dust. The bullets lost their levitation and fell to the ground with a soft clink. (End of Chapter)