Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Compared to the Grim Reaper's butler, the evil spirit puppet's attacks are more ferocious and direct.

Several enormous main tentacles, like giant battering rams, swept fiercely across the jubilant demons. Wherever the tentacles passed, the demons' possessed bodies shattered as if hit by a high-speed train.

Some of the smarter demons managed to dodge in time, but were precisely pierced and entangled by more nimble, venomous secondary tentacles. These tentacles forcibly dragged the demons out of their hosts' bodies from the ravaged corpses and then crushed them mercilessly.

Chains extended from the backs of the puppet demons, imprisoning these demons that had been molded into the original form of black mist.

“Since the party is being held within the Morrick family, how can I, as the head of the family, not be present?”

Wu Heng coldly surveyed the demons who were stunned with fear. Amidst Eleanor's grief over her family's downfall and her shock at the power of this family, Wu Heng slowly spoke: "Now I declare that the party has officially begun."

The demons' revelry was interrupted, and they came to their senses, letting out roars of shock and rage.

They began to reveal parts of their true demonic nature: claws, black mist, burning skin, and twisted shadows, as they started to resist.

The entire villa hall had been transformed into a killing field, or rather, it always had been; it was just that the main characters and supporting characters had switched targets at this moment.

The malevolent energy and dark magic collided wildly, the sounds of tentacles lashing, demons screaming, humans yelling, and objects shattering intertwined, creating a symphony of destruction.

Wu Heng remained standing in the same spot, without moving an inch.

He merely watched the 'party' with indifference, like a discerning audience member, scrutinizing it while mentally controlling the puppet evil spirits' actions.

Occasionally, a demon would break through the tentacles' defenses and pounce on him, trying to capture the leader first. However, it would always be frozen by an invisible force a few meters away from him, and then instantly pierced and disintegrated by tiny tentacles that shot out from nowhere.

The other demon, who was about to make a move, was so frightened that it scrambled away, but it still couldn't escape its fate.

Eleanor sat in the dilapidated car that had been used as a lookout tower, looking down at the hellish scene below, her body cold and her mind blank.

She thought that the patriarch of the main family might be very powerful and would help her take revenge.

But I never imagined that revenge would come in such an absolutely crushing, almost divine judgment manner.

The party ended very quickly; a quarter of an hour later, only a silent crimson and a pungent, pungent smell of blood remained in the entire villa.

Some crows began to circle around the clock tower on the top floor, cawing noisily, as if waiting for their own corpse party.

Wu Heng summoned Hannah and asked her to help Eleanor clean up the mess inside the villa, since the bodies couldn't just be left there.

As for money, Eleanor is not lacking in these things.

The gifts and wealth from their ancestors have allowed these collateral branches to enjoy considerable wealth and prosperity over the years.

The puppet spirit imprisoned the souls of the demons and merged into Wu Heng's shadow. Wu Heng returned to Morrick Manor first.

Three hours later, deep within Morrick Manor.

In the absolutely sealed room, which is completely isolated from all light and sound, the air is as stagnant as solid mercury.

The cold stone walls are engraved with countless overlapping ancient runes that isolate the energy between the inside and outside. Their light is faint but constant, rendering the space a strange, ghostly blue.

The twelve demons, stripped of their host bodies and now in the form of twisted, amorphous dark mist beings, gradually materialized under the glow of a ghostly blue light.

This place was designed to mimic the environment of hell. The true form of the demon was thus revealed.

However, they were all pierced through the core by a special hook that gleamed with the cold light of iron, hanging upside down in mid-air like livestock waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse.

They emitted silent, agonizing screams that could only be perceived at the soul level, yet they could not shake the secret chamber in the slightest.

Wu Heng needs to analyze the power within these demons and extract it.

However, under God's gaze, he could not use the "special qualities" of a world outside this storyline to forcibly extract the power of the demon with a single glance.

Therefore, this secret room was set up by combining some local runes and witchcraft.

Primarily using the power of puppet evil spirits, they plan to conduct a real evil spirit experiment, using local power to strip and purify the 'twisted' power attributes within the demon's body.

The Grim Reaper's butler stood in the corner of the secret room, his face as pale as paper, his body trembling slightly.

Although it is a grim reaper of the Native Americans who has witnessed countless deaths and evil spirits, the senses are still shocked to see this abyss-like "dissection" scene in person.

There was a sense of shared fear, for it had never seen a soul being dissected like a living body by a master butcher.

The pure evil and despair emanating from those upside-down, writhing demonic entities gave it the feel of watching a gore movie.

Wu Heng, however, remained oblivious to all of this.

He wore a spotless white lab coat, his gaze calm, as if he were observing insects in a glass box.

He had no physical blades in his hands; instead, he had several extremely thin, semi-black, transparent 'anatomical tentacles' made entirely of his mental energy mixed with the energy of the secret chamber itself.

“Record: Samples 01 to 12, homologous variants, core attribute tendency: distortion.”

Wu Heng's voice rang out calmly in the secret room, as if he were giving the most ordinary academic report. The Grim Reaper's butler hurriedly took notes in his notebook, which was its job.

"Begin the 'entropy-based virtual core tissue stripping' process."

With his will, those slender tentacles precisely pierced the core of the first demon. This was not a physical cut, but a more fundamental 'analysis' and 'extraction'.

The tips of the tentacles lit up with intricate micro-runes, like the most precise energy scalpel, beginning to peel away the impurities mixed in with the demonic power—the redundant parts that originated from negative emotions, bloodlust, and remnants of inferior souls.

“Fear debris detected. Peel off.”

“Bloodlust detected. Stripped.”

“Detected 'incoherent rambling'. Stripped.”

Each time it was peeled away, wisps of blackish-red, foul-smelling smoke were forcibly extracted from the demon's body and then annihilated in the purification rune array at the top of the secret chamber.

The demon's true form became more transparent, but the darkness at its core, which spun continuously and seemed to distort light, became even purer and brighter.

“Focus on the ‘extreme point of distorted power’... and perform ‘spiritual centrifugation’.” Wu Heng continued the operation.

More tentacles joined in, wrapping around the pure, twisted energy like a spool of yarn, causing it to spin and vibrate at a high speed at a specific frequency. (End of Chapter)