Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

These tentacles were not waving around randomly, but rather drawing lines in the air that corresponded to certain forms of death, like four automatically searching brooms of death.

Crackling——!

A series of incredibly dense and chilling explosions instantly reverberated through the sky.

The black mist demons that swooped down, once they were swept or grazed by these giant tentacles, or even just got close enough, were like snowflakes thrown into a steel furnace. They disintegrated instantly before they could even scream, turning into black sparks that scattered everywhere and were completely annihilated.

Each wave of the tentacles cleared a large vacuum zone in the demonic black mist.

At the same time, on the ground, corresponding to the location where each demon was destroyed, a tiny hole that briefly appeared and flickered with hellfire light would instantly appear. These were spatial ripples left when the demons were forcibly repatriated, making the ground look like a sieve that was constantly leaking water!

The bizarre spectacle of destruction and purification unfolds simultaneously in the sky and on the ground.

"damn it!"

The yellow-eyed demon watched as its summoned legion was slaughtered and repatriated so efficiently, letting out a furious growl. It looked at the spider fortress protecting the Winchester brothers, its eyes filled with savagery, and its evil power surged, engulfing the spider fortress.

The wreckage of the impala car in the center of Spider Fortress groaned under its strain.

Then the steel was completely torn apart, squeezed, and reshaped, and the terrifying existence that had been hidden beneath it, the evil spirit puppet guard, completely broke free from the car's restraints and fully revealed its true form!
This is an image that is difficult to describe precisely in words.

A giant-like being composed of countless twisted tentacles, grotesque metal, and writhing flesh.

It maintained its human form, with tentacles of varying sizes wriggling on its body, emanating a far stronger aura of death and evil than before. Wu Heng's figure was enveloped and protected at the core of this evil spirit puppet, as if it were its energy source and command center.

A cold, mocking voice emanated from within the evil spirit puppet, echoing clearly across the battlefield and drowning out the demon's shrieks:

"These inferior goods, who aren't even worthy of being called grunts, dare to talk about the 'War of the Apocalypse'? Is Hell out of people, or is this the kind of trash you can only summon?"

Upon hearing this, the yellow-eyed demon's facial muscles twitched, clearly indicating that he had been touched on a sore spot.

It roared, "Shut up, you cowardly monster! If it weren't for these damned rules of reality that restrict most of our power, when the rules loosen at the time of the Apocalypse, you would understand what true despair is, and what the terror of the demon army is!"

"Rules and restrictions?" Wu Heng's voice remained calm, tinged with a hint of amusement. "Heh, an excuse."

Before the words were even finished, the evil spirit puppet's main tentacles launched another attack, whipping, stabbing, and entwining, carrying the power of the evil spirit as they attacked the yellow-eyed demon.

The yellow-eyed demon roared, unleashing a dense surge of dark energy that coalesced into various demonic claws, whip shadows, and shields to fight against it.

The battle between the two sides instantly intensified, with explosions from their collisions ringing out incessantly, and deep craters constantly being blasted into the surrounding ground.

During the battle, the yellow-eyed demon became increasingly alarmed as it fought, discovering that the opponent's energy was extremely strange—cold, lifeless, yet possessing a greedy and chaotic essence that devoured everything.

These are clearly characteristics of the purest and most powerful evil spirits, or even beings from more ancient times.

But this level of power usually only exists in the deepest parts of Hell, in those absolute dark and chaotic places of exile where even demon lords are unwilling to set foot easily. These are regions that are older and more terrifying than Hell itself.

Such powerful evil spirits usually only exist in that kind of place.

"What are you?! This kind of power cannot exist in an ordinary witcher!" Azazel roared in shock and rage.

To counter this unexpected power, the yellow-eyed demon began frantically drawing in the remaining black mist demons around it. It opened its mouth, like a whale sucking in water, forcibly absorbing large numbers of black mist demons into its body. With each portion absorbed, its size expanded, the dark energy emanating from its body became more concentrated, and its strength and speed significantly increased. It was forcibly breaking through some of the rules and limitations of the real world.

"Roar!"

With its power briefly amplified, it let out a roar and swung a hand chop, briefly tearing apart one of the evil spirit puppet's secondary tentacles.

But it was precisely at the moment when its movements became extremely slightly sluggish due to the absorption of power.

Whizzing--!

The evil puppet's other three main tentacles seized this fleeting opening, like three treacherous venomous snakes, coiling around it with incredible speed. One tightly bound its arms, another wrapped around its waist and abdomen, and the last one coiled around its neck.

A terrifying binding force erupted instantly, firmly imprisoning him in place!
"It's now."

Wu Heng's icy voice emanated from the puppet's body.

Not far away, taking advantage of the dust cover during the fierce battle between the two terrifying beings, Dean endured the excruciating pain and crept along the corner of the wall like a mouse stealing food, finally getting close to the Demon-Devouring Spear that had fallen to the ground.

He saw the excellent opportunity that Wu Heng had created for him and did not hesitate at all.

He flipped over and picked up the Demon-Eating Gun. Before he could even stand up properly, he pointed the gun at the yellow, vertical-pupiled demon that was bound by the evil spirit's tentacles and was struggling and roaring madly.

"Go to hell for all the people you killed, you beast!" Dean roared with all his might, then pulled the trigger!

boom!
The Demon-Slaying Spear roared like never before, and the last bullet pierced the yellow-eyed demon's forehead with perfect accuracy.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

All the struggles, roars, anger, and astonishment of the yellow-eyed demon froze instantly. Its two yellow vertical pupils widened to the extreme, filled with an expression of disbelief.

It seemed incomprehensible that it had been planning for decades, or even longer, to gain a foothold in the Apocalypse War. How could it possibly end so easily in the hands of a Witcher it regarded as an ant?

Its body began to tremble violently, and countless cracks appeared on its skin, from which glaring, scorching sparks shone.

"Impossible." It uttered the last few words with difficulty.

The next moment, his body, like weathered sandstone, completely disintegrated, turning into a large pool of gray-black ash that scattered on the ground.

"Dead?" Sam asked, stunned.

“Dead.” Dean stepped forward, stomped on the black ash left behind, examined it, and finally confirmed.

The Yellow-Eyed Demon, the Winchester family's greatest enemy, has finally been killed, and they have avenged themselves.

The battlefield instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The remaining black mist demons in the sky, having lost their master's control and source of power, emitted a chaotic shriek, then scurried around like headless flies, some even attacking and devouring each other.

Many more began to dissipate on their own, retreating back into the still-open gates of hell. (End of Chapter)