Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

After the yellow-eyed demon turned to ashes, the evil aura that permeated the battlefield momentarily subsided.

The Winchester brothers and Wu Heng, however, kept their eyes fixed on the gate to hell that remained open, constantly emitting black mist and faint shrieks.

Suddenly, the darkness inside the door surged violently like vomiting, and a familiar figure was 'pushed' out abruptly, as if breaking free from some kind of restraint, staggering and falling to the ground in front of the door.

It's John Winchester!
He looked exhausted and covered in filth, but didn't seem to be seriously injured. He was coughing violently and struggling to get up.

"Daddy!" Dean and Sam exclaimed at the same time, overwhelmed with joy.

Ignoring their own injuries, the two immediately struggled to rush towards their father, trying to take him away from this dangerous place.

However, just as they were about to touch John, something unexpected happened. The two of them missed their target and passed right through John's body.

The remaining black mist of demons, which had been in chaos due to the death of the yellow-eyed demon and were retreating back into the door or fleeing in all directions, suddenly gathered together out of anger or revenge, like cold black shackles, and quickly wrapped around John's limbs and body.

"What?! Let me go!" John was shocked and furious, and tried to struggle, but the black mist seemed to have a tangible power, binding him tightly.

Dean and Sam tried to reach out and grab John, but they couldn't touch him at all. Wu Heng had already realized that John had become a soul, and his body had been lost.

Immediately afterwards, more demonic black mist gathered into a powerful thrust, carrying John and about to drag him back into the bottomless gates of hell!

"Let him go!"

Dean's eyes were bloodshot, and without a second thought, he was about to rush through that dangerous door, even if it meant certain death.

"Dean, don't go!" Sam suddenly hugged his brother tightly from behind.

Having experienced the Kyle incident and the life-or-death ordeal just now, especially witnessing firsthand the possibility of his mother suffering in hell, Sam possessed a more painful rationality than the impulsive Dean.

"Going in like this won't save Daddy. We'll just die in there together. We need a way, we need strength!" he shouted hoarsely, his voice filled with pain and a sliver of remaining rationality.

His actions were definitely not because he disliked his father, but because he had to do it; only by not acting blindly could he hope to save his father.

Just as John was about to be dragged through the door, Dean was struggling, and Sam was almost unable to hold on, Wu Heng moved.

A glint flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, the tip of one of the relatively slender yet extremely flexible tentacles of the enormous evil spirit puppet sprang out, like a venomous snake that had been lurking for a long time, moving so fast that it was only a gray shadow.

call out!
The tentacle precisely bypassed the entangled demonic black mist, instantly approaching John's neck without causing any harm. Instead, it wrapped around him with remarkable dexterity, as if it were alive, before quickly closing its grip.

Around John's neck was a strange collar that appeared to be made of dull metal and tiny flesh-and-blood runes. At the collar's clasp, a miniature and exquisite Morric family crest, intertwined thorns and a silent eye, flickered slightly before disappearing, as if it were merely a cold metal decoration.

At the same time, Wu Heng's calm voice came through the evil spirit puppet, clearly reaching the ears of the Winchester brothers who were on the verge of collapse:

“You can’t rescue him. Part of his soul has been captured. Forcibly taking it out now will only accelerate the destruction of the device. His soul has already been marked.”

"Now, reckless sacrifice is meaningless. If you want to save him, go find the power that can truly move life and death and hell." These words were like a bucket of cold water, temporarily extinguishing Dean's crazy impulse.

He watched as his father's figure was finally swallowed up by the dense darkness. Inside the Gates of Hell, there was only endless darkness and the wailing black mist of demons pouring in. His fists clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms and drawing blood, but in the end, he did not rush forward again.

Although Wu Heng's words were cold, they pointed out a cruel truth: if they went in now, they would only be sending themselves to their deaths.

“Power. We need power!” Dean gasped for breath, the madness in his eyes gradually replaced by a deeper, more resolute determination.

He glanced at Sam; both brothers shared the same pain and resolve in their eyes.

"Turn it off!"

Dean mustered the last of his strength and pointed sharply at the gates of hell, his voice hoarse but resolute.

Sam nodded immediately.

Despite their pain, the two quickly located the nodes of the basic binding runes that the yellow-eyed demon had previously inscribed around the stone gate. These runes were part of the seal, and even though they had been opened, the basic structure remained intact.

They mixed their own blood with holy salt, rapidly strengthening and activating the core of these runes, bringing them to life.

At the same time, a massive tentacle of the puppet demon crashed down, completely destroying the core rune and causing the entire mechanism that maintained the operation of the gates of hell to collapse.

The runes on the stone door lit up one by one, emitting a faint but steady black light. The open, evil-filled door began to shake violently, and the darkness inside the door contracted inward like a receding tide, generating a powerful suction force from within.

"Roar—!" The black mist of demons that had not yet escaped far and were still lingering and roaring nearby were suddenly pulled by this suction force, letting out unwilling shrieks. As if grabbed by an invisible giant hand, they were all swept back into the door.

Boom!

With a heavy, muffled thud that seemed to come from the depths of the earth, the gates of hell closed completely. The ancient runes on the gates flickered one last time before fading away, returning to the appearance of an old, mottled, ordinary stone gate, as if nothing had ever happened.

However, although most of the demons were dragged back or destroyed, an unknown number of demonic black mists had already escaped while the gate remained open. Like ink drops in clear water, they quickly dissipated into the vast sky and fled to other cities.

This will inevitably lead to a series of disasters.

"Damn it!" Dean looked at the now quiet but empty square and slammed his fist into the broken wall next to him. Sam's expression was equally grim.

After discussing it, they immediately took out their phones and, ignoring the weak signal, desperately contacted all the demon hunters, mediums, and information brokers they could reach, sending out the highest-level warning that "a large number of demons have escaped and are spreading to various places, centered on Rowe Amusement Park."

The news immediately caused a major upheaval in the already turbulent Witcher community.

“We must hunt them down!” Dean said in a deep voice.

His eyes were filled with guilt and determination: "This is a scourge we unleashed; it's our responsibility to clean it up." (End of Chapter)