Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The shield, which had absorbed a large amount of dark demon energy and become somewhat unstable, suddenly deformed and shrank.

It transformed back into countless tentacles.

And these tentacles have temporarily turned dark green, with undigested hellfire flickering on their surface!
"Back to you!"

With Wu Heng's cold declaration, the countless dark green tentacles instantly received a unified command, and began to lash and thrust wildly at an unprecedented speed.

They converged into a torrent of metal, containing not only the cold, deathly power of the evil spirit puppet itself, but also the hellish energy that the demon itself had just absorbed.

Use the other person's way to repay the other person's body!
This counterattack, combining two terrifying energies, was faster than the eye could see, and the entire field erupted in dust as if buildings were collapsing.

The demon's pupils shrank sharply, and it hastily erected a series of mental barriers in front of it.

"Pfft! Crack—!"

It was no use. These metal tentacles, like dozens of cement utility poles tied together, crashed down all at once, instantly piercing through layers of barriers with overwhelming force.

The barrier formed by dark psychic power shattered like fragile glass.

Despite the demon prince's desperate attempt to dodge the attack at the last moment, it was simply too swift and violent.

"what--!"

The witch's body, which it possessed, let out a shrill scream, mixed with the demon's angry roar. Her left shoulder and most of her chest were instantly melted by the flames carried by the tentacle that brushed past her.

The flesh and bones that make up the body are decomposed and evaporated in an instant.

The blood inside the corpse, which had turned black, splattered like ink, landing on the ground with a hissing, corrosive sound.

The witch's broken body could no longer contain such a powerful demonic soul; it began to convulse and collapse violently, with countless cracks appearing on its skin, from which sparks of red light shone.

The demon's soul has been injured!
"Damn bugs!"

A roar filled with rage and a hint of disbelief erupted from the crumbling body: "How dare you hurt me?!"

However, Wu Heng didn't give it any chance to breathe or make any threats.

The evil puppet's tentacles rose again, gathering an even colder, deathly power, preparing to launch a final attack and completely plunder the dark power of this demon prince.

The demon was clearly aware of the extremely dangerous situation. If it remained inside the broken body, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"I'll remember you, and we'll meet again!"

It uttered a venomous remark, and a solid, black column of smoke, reeking of sulfur, suddenly burst from the nearly collapsing witch's skull, attempting to break through the roof and escape into the distance.

It wanted to escape this battlefield that terrified it.

However, it was fast, but Wu Heng was even faster!
Rain began to fall from the sky, and the rain poured down.

Before the raindrops even fell, they formed liquid tentacles in mid-air. These dancing liquid tentacles were like a net, not waving randomly, but weaving together in the air to form a constantly shrinking cage full of blasphemous symbols.

The black smoke, the embodiment of a demon, crashed into the cage wall, instantly erupting in blinding sparks. A shrill, inhuman scream emanated from the smoke, as if its soul were being branded with a hot iron. And indeed, that was the case.

"No—!" A demonic roar, twisted and almost deformed, echoed from the black smoke, filled with unbelievable panic. "What kind of power is this? Let me go!"

As the demon prince fell back to the ground, Wu Heng remained expressionless, not even glancing at the struggling demon soul: "It seems we meet again. I hope you didn't forget me in that instant."

Wu Heng spoke coldly as he slowly raised his right hand, palm down.

Above the ground, a complex and precise extraction array composed of evil energy instantly lit up, completely enveloping the space where the demon was imprisoned.

Extraction ceremony, begin!
The magic circle emitted a low hum, like countless invisible needles piercing into the billowing black smoke. It then transformed into various instruments, and strands of extremely pure dark fluid containing immense negative energy and hellish sulfur were forcibly extracted from the demon's origin.

As if drawn by an invisible conduit, the fluid continuously flowed into a specially made test tube that Wu Heng had taken out at some unknown time.

Inside the test tube, the concentrated essence liquid known as the 'Twisted Seed' began to grow at a visible rate, its color becoming deeper, as if a miniature storm was brewing inside.

"Ah—stop, you blasphemer!"

The demon let out a painful howl; the agony of this tearing apart was a thousand times worse than the destruction of the body.

It rammed wildly against the tentacle cage, only to accelerate the rate at which it was being extracted.

This deep-seated weakness made it realize a fact that even its soul trembled: it was not being sent back!
In the past, even the most powerful Witcher could only destroy its temporary shell or forcibly send its essence back to hell.

It's like taking an uncomfortable flight; it's humiliating and exhausting, but you won't actually die. Hell is the root of their existence, and as long as the root isn't destroyed, they can always return.

But this time is different!
The power wielded by this terrifying human was something it had never seen before and could not comprehend at all. It resembled an evil spirit, yet was far more powerful, and even had a hint of indigenous deity characteristics.

This is a complete and utter annihilation targeting their demonic soul entities.

It truly felt the shadow of death looming over its dark soul and will.

If this continues, it will be completely drained, turning into a wisp of nourishment in the other party's test tube, and even the last glimmer of possibility of being reborn in hell will cease to exist.

Fear, an unprecedented fear, instantly overwhelmed his pride and tyranny as a demon prince.

When nearly half of its essence was forcibly removed, leaving it illusory and thin, the extreme fear finally broke down its psychological defenses.

"Stop! Stop!" Its mental scream rippled, turning into a shrill and pleading voice. "I surrender! I can trade my life for intelligence—information about Winchester, about their father, John Winchester!"

These words struck Sam and Dean like a thunderbolt, who had just struggled to their feet and were watching the game with bated breath.

"Father?!" Dean cried out, clutching his still throbbing chest, and staggered forward.

Sam's eyes widened instantly, all his attention drawn to it.

Their father had disappeared, and the last news of him was that he had fallen into the hands of the Yellow-Eyed Demon, his fate unknown. This remained the deepest pain and obsession in the two brothers' hearts. (End of Chapter)