Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Wu Heng paused slightly as he drew energy, and the unsettling buzzing sound subsided.

He turned his head, his cold gaze sweeping over Sam and Dean, his tone flat and emotionless: "Your business is yours to decide."

He did not completely stop the ritual; the energy extraction only slowed down, not stopped, as if a single thought could completely drain the demon prince.

The black smoke, condensed from the demon's soul, fluctuated violently. Seizing this last window of opportunity, it spoke rapidly:

"Yes, John Winchester!"

“That yellow-eyed guy dragged him into hell, but I am now the new leader of the legion, and I have taken over everything from him, including the contracts he held; I know where John is, I know his situation, let me go, I guarantee his safety, and we can even sign a contract!”

"A contract?" Dean spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes as fierce as a wounded wolf. "Who the hell wants to sign a contract with a piece of shit like you? Want to live? Fine! Release our father intact, right now!"

"Trading a human soul for your worthless life, you demon prince, is a bargain for you!"

Sam suppressed his excitement and worry, his voice hoarse with tension: "That's right, release our father immediately and let him return to Earth. That's the only condition! Otherwise..."

He glanced at Wu Heng's unwavering back, the meaning of which was self-evident.

The black mist formed from the demon's soul twisted slightly, clearly weighing its options rapidly.

Trading a human soul, which is of little use to begin with, for the chance to survive is indeed a worthwhile deal.

As for promises? The devil's promises can naturally be twisted and broken in countless ways.

“Alright, I agree!” The demon seemed to have made a great decision. “Release John Winchester’s soul in exchange for my freedom. In the name of hell, let’s make a pact!”

Its remaining power began to surge, and even within the extraction cage, it managed to sketch out a tiny phantom of a demon summoning circle, a ritual specifically designed to draw in a particular soul.

Then it began chanting in a difficult, hellish language, the syllables strange and tongue-twisting, attempting to summon John Winchester's soul directly from some corner of hell through the contract it 'inherited'.

Dean and Sam held their breath, their hearts pounding in their throats, their eyes filled with anticipation, fear, and a glimmer of unbelievable hope.

They stared intently at the tiny magic circle, hoping to see their father's familiar figure appear.

However--
The demon's chanting gradually shifted from confidence to doubt, then to anxiety, and finally to astonishment!

Its incantation was finished, and its energy was infused.

But the miniature magic circle only flickered weakly a few times, like a faulty light bulb, before dimming completely without producing any spatial fluctuations, and not a single soul was drawn in.

The scene was deathly silent, with only the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the ruins.

"This is impossible!" The demon's mental state was filled with astonishment and confusion. "We can't contact them?"

"The contract. The contract of John Winchester. It's no longer in my possession. It's been transferred. Who did it?!"

It could sense that the precious contract that originally belonged to Yellow Eye and should have been taken over by it had disappeared without any reason.

Either John's soul has dissipated, or it has been forcibly removed from its authority in some way it couldn't perceive. Only someone capable of doing this...
A possibility that made its heart tremble rose in its mind: at least those beings at its level, or even more terrifying, those at the pinnacle of hell.

Perhaps it was a demon king who personally intervened?

After the initial shock, the demon immediately tried to exploit this unexpected turn of events: "Winchester, you see, this isn't my fault. The contract is missing, there might have been some minor issues, but let me go back. I swear in the name of Hell, as long as I return to Hell, I will use all my power to find out the truth and help you find your father, I promise!"

Dean and Sam were stunned. Their hopes plummeted to rock bottom, and upon hearing these words, they were in utter confusion.

The news about her father had just emerged when it became even more shrouded in mystery.

They instinctively looked at each other, their eyes filled with anxiety and helplessness.

The devil's promise was like a lifeline; despite coming from the devil himself, they were desperate to grasp any clue about their father.

“Lore, perhaps,” Dean began with difficulty, his voice wavering.

Just then, Wu Heng's icy voice rang out decisively, instantly shattering the devil's lies and the two brothers' hesitation:
“A transfer of contract means a complete change of ownership. To do this, the other party must be at least on the same level as it, or even stronger. It is a loser who cannot even keep a contract, and has long lost the qualification and ability to fulfill its promises.”

Whether it returns to hell or not has nothing to do with whether it can find your father; it is just using and deceiving you.

His words were like an ice pick, piercing through the man's hypocritical lies and striking the Winchester brothers' hearts, instantly bringing them to their senses.

Yes, what credibility and ability does a demon prince who has had his contract stolen have left? He just wants to live!
Once they realized this, Dean and Sam's faces were instantly filled with anger and extreme worry.

They had been tricked, and the father's situation seemed to have become even more dangerous and bizarre.

“You damn liar!” Dean roared.

Without any further hesitation, Wu Heng pressed down again with his right hand, which had been paused.

The light from the extraction array instantly surged to its maximum!

"No—wait, I can." The demon cried out in utter despair, but the sound abruptly stopped.

Within the tentacle cage, the jet-black column of smoke representing the demon prince, under intense and frenzied twisting, contracted, like a burst bubble, and with a pop, completely vanished into nothingness.

All of this guy's struggles, fears, cunning, and tyranny over thousands of years were completely devoured, decomposed, and refined by Wu Heng.

The scene was completely quiet.

The test tube in Wu Heng's hand contained an extremely viscous liquid, resembling a living 'twisted seed,' which suddenly surged upwards before stabilizing, reaching exactly half the test tube's capacity.

A dim light slowly swirled within, illuminating Wu Heng's expressionless face, and the worried and angry faces of Dean and Sam behind him.

A cold wind swept through the ruins, dispersing the sulfurous smell of hell. A light drizzle slanted down, pattering on the Winchester brothers' faces, as if trying to sober them up and prevent them from succumbing to extreme emotions.

"If you want to know anything about your father, just ask someone," Wu Heng said slowly, putting away the test tube and glancing at the two of them. (End of Chapter)