Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Wu Heng's casual remark about "devil allies" struck Dean and Sam like a thunderbolt, sending chills down their spines.

Almost instinctively, the two dragged their injured bodies and staggered a few steps toward the bow of the ship where Wu Heng was, their wary eyes fixed on the blonde woman on the deck who had just been rescued and was still in shock.

The Witcher's distrust of demons is ingrained in his very being.

The first lesson learned upon entering the demon-hunting world is that demons are absolutely not to be trusted.

However, reason quickly prevailed over instinct.

Dean glanced at the pool of blood on the ground, washed away by the rain and still smelling of burning blood. It was the blood from the demon that the blonde woman had killed.

Thinking of the woman in front of him who had risked her life to buy them time, he spoke in a hoarse voice, as if trying to convince himself:

"Damn it. Even if she's a demon, if she hadn't blocked that attack just now, the two of us probably wouldn't have made it to your side." He looked at Wu Heng. "Luo Er, you let her onto the ship, you must have been confident you could hold her down, right?"

Although Sam didn't speak, his eyes conveyed a similar question. They already knew Wu Heng's style of doing things and knew that he would never let uncontrollable factors get close.

Wu Heng didn't even glance back at the woman; his attention was entirely focused on the giant tentacle cage below, which had completely transformed into a metallic material and was spinning at high speed.

"I'm just trusting you guys; you say she's an ally."

“Um, I think you should be wary. We didn’t know she was a demon before,” Dean said seriously and decisively.

He has his own standards when it comes to these kinds of things.

Wu Heng simply gave a faint "hmm" in response, as if dealing with the threat of a demon was a trivial matter.

“You really need to be careful. If all else fails, we can tie her up and draw a sealing array,” Dean emphasized again, seeing Wu Heng’s nonchalant expression.

The fact that he didn't say he would directly eliminate the demon shows that he was already suppressing his reason.

"Don't worry, I absolutely won't move, and besides, I wouldn't dare!" The blonde woman, frozen in place and not daring to make a single movement, hurriedly assured him. She had truly felt the breath of death just now.

At that moment, Dean seized the opportunity to step forward and take the dagger from her hand.

"I'll keep this for you for now, and I'll return it to you after everything is explained," he said.

This thing can kill demons, which means it can attack souls; he had noticed that before.

Now we have to be careful that this woman doesn't suddenly stab Wu Heng in the back.

"Don't worry, I was just kidding. This ship is my territory," Wu Heng said confidently.

Upon receiving this confirmation, Dean and Sam breathed a slight sigh of relief, but still maintained their distance and vigilance.

The two humans and the demon all turned their gazes to the breathtaking sight below the bow of the ship.

The metal cage, made up of countless evil spirit puppet tentacles, now resembled a giant metal top covered in eerie incantations, spinning wildly in the rain-soaked and flooded alleyway.

The high-speed friction even caused the metal surface to gleam with a dark red, high-temperature luster, and rainwater poured on it made a hissing sound and steamed up large plumes of white mist.

Inside the cage, the faint, distorted, and incoherent wails of demons being compressed and refined to the extreme could be heard, sending chills down one's spine.

Wu Heng placed his hands lightly in the air, his fingertips flashing with a faint blue light, like data, as if he were controlling an invisible, sophisticated interface.

He muttered incomprehensible 'instructions', a mixture of Latin root words and self-invented syllables, sounding both like an ancient incantation and some kind of advanced mathematical formula: "Initiate 'Reverse Extraction Program'. Frequency calibration to 'Resonance Point'."

“Applying a ‘centrifugal force field’ to strip away emotional impurities”

"Guide the flow of negative energy to wash away the dregs of the soul."

"Core extraction begins. Purification of demonic power."

As he operated it, the inside of the rapidly spinning metal cage seemed to be undergoing a highly efficient refinement targeting the essence of evil.

Countless tiny, pitch-black energy streams were forcibly drawn from the cage as if being siphoned, flowing upwards along the energy channels inside those metal tentacles, and finally condensing into a ball of extremely pure, constantly rolling, compressing, and dark energy in front of Wu Heng.

At this moment, Wu Heng calmly took out the precious 'Twisted Power Seed' test tube.

The liquid in the test tube, about one-tenth full, seemed to sense the demonic power outside and began to stir slightly, its rotation speed increasing.

Wu Heng carefully guided the refined pure demonic energy and injected it into the test tube!
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Like dipping a red-hot iron into ice water.

The 'twisted power seed' inside the test tube was instantly activated. It seemed to possess life and extremely high quality, and instead of simply accepting the injected energy, it began an extremely violent internal 'purification' and 'rejection' reaction.

A large amount of thick, ink-black mist instantly gushed out of the test tube. This was energy residue that the liquid inside the test tube had identified as an impurity, emitting an extreme sulfurous stench and an extremely cold, damp aura.

With a casual wave of his hand, Wu Heng dispersed the waste gas with an invisible force.

However, the mere diffusion of these emitted 'exhaust gases' caused the surrounding temperature to plummet.

Thick white frost had formed on the walls and ground of the alley, and the surface of the half-foot-deep water was freezing at a visible speed.

Dean and Sam's soaked clothes instantly became stiff, and icicles formed on their hair and eyebrows. They were so cold that their teeth chattered and they shivered all over.

"Holy crap, I'm freezing to death!" Dean hugged his arms, his lips turning purple.

But this extreme cold seemed to temporarily numb the excruciating pain of their wounds, and the burning sensation subsided considerably.

"Lolo, what... what is this thing?" Dean asked curiously, trembling, his eyes fixed on the test tube that seemed to contain a miniature black hole.

"Just a small experiment to extract some useful energy," Wu Heng replied calmly, intently watching the changes in the liquid inside the test tube. The liquid level, which was one-tenth of the total volume, seemed to rise by a factor of two very slowly and imperceptibly to the naked eye.

"Can I drink it?" Dean asked in a rather peculiar way.

Wu Heng finally glanced at him sideways, a very faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth:

"If you want to become a human-shaped ice sculpture, you can give it a try. I just happen to need an experimental specimen to demonstrate courage."

Dean immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum: "Never mind, forget I asked. I still think beer suits me better!"

At this moment, Wu Heng frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over Dean's still bleeding thigh and Sam's bloodied and mangled arm.

"The way you two are getting in the way is really annoying." He said with a hint of disdain.

Then, to their bewilderment, he pulled out a crumpled stack of old newspapers, their edges soaked with rain, from somewhere and tossed them into their laps. (End of Chapter)