Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

A chilling wave emanated from the room and spread rapidly like ripples.

Sulfur, raging fire, mixed with the tyranny of the demon prince, the cold, deathly silence of the puppet evil spirits, and the pain and despair that had accumulated here for many years, forcibly aroused.

It was as if an energy bomb had silently detonated deep within the earth's veins, its shockwaves rapidly propagating along the fragile boundary between hell and the human world.

Almost the instant the vibrations spread, the environment in the basement began to change.

The shadow in the corner began to writhe and lengthen unnaturally, as if something was trying to break free from it.

The temperature plummeted, breath turned to frost, and icy dew quickly condensed on the walls. A series of indistinct, malicious whispers began to echo in the air, sometimes weeping, sometimes cursing, drilling directly into people's minds.

Dean and Sam stood back to back, nervously looking around, their knuckles white from gripping their weapons tightly.

Every shift of the shadow, every change in the tone of the whisper, made their hearts race.

Wu Heng, on the other hand, stood still with his eyes closed, as if in deep meditation.

Only the slight movement of his eyelashes showed that he was completely focused on sensing the spreading fluctuations, like a fisherman patiently and precisely feeling the slightest tremor from the fishing line, waiting for his prey to take the bait.

The waiting time wasn't long, but it felt like time itself was slowed down, stretching each second several times over.

Suddenly, snap!

The space was like glass, forcibly torn open with two slits. There was no dazzling light, only pure, suffocating darkness pouring out from the cracks.

Two figures stepped out from within.

They have human-like bodies, but their skin is sickly pale, as if they have never seen the sun, and they wear tattered but old-fashioned black clothes.

What's most unsettling are their eyes, which are just empty, lifeless, milky white spots, like polished bones.

Their gazes immediately locked onto the slowly dissipating aura of the Demon Prince at the center of the formation, then coldly swept over the Winchester brothers, and finally landed on Wu Heng, who stood with his eyes closed.

They instantly realized it was a trap!
But to Dean and Sam's surprise, the two white-eyed demons showed no hesitation or attempt to flee. In fact, a hint of provoked anger and absolute ruthlessness flashed in their white eyes.

"Insects!" "Hand over the power of hell!" Two cold voices rang out simultaneously, carrying a commanding tone.

They raised their hands simultaneously, their pale fingers gathering dark power at their tips. One shot towards the remaining demon essence, attempting to reclaim it, while the other went straight for Wu Heng, moving at an astonishing speed!

"Do it."

As Dean spoke, he and Sam pulled the trigger at the same time.

The bullets, soaked in holy water, whistled out, but were stopped by an invisible pale force field just inches from the White-Eyed Demon's body, and fell to the ground.

The pale energy beam emitted by the demon that attacked Wu Heng was intercepted by several metal tentacles that suddenly shot out from the shadows behind him just as it was about to hit him!

boom!
The collision of energies produced a muffled sound. Pale light and dark tentacles intertwined and annihilated each other. The tentacles of the evil spirit puppet were clearly burned and retreated slightly, showing the special restraint of the opponent's energy.

"Damn it, these things are tough to deal with!" Dean cursed, trying to find a new way to attack.

Wu Heng finally opened his eyes, a cold interest flashing in them as he looked at the two white-eyed demons who were working in perfect harmony, trying to both defend and extract essence. "Capture them," he commanded calmly.

More tentacles pushed against the walls and soil, emerging from all directions. They were no longer simple interceptions, but like raging black lightning, they coiled, pierced, and whipped!
At the same time, Wu Heng himself also made a move.

His speed exploded instantly, and he approached one of the demons like a ghost, his fingers aimed straight for its pale throat, his fingertips swirling with black mist that seemed to extract souls.

The power of the White-Eyed Demon far surpasses that of ordinary demons. Its dark energy can form shields, deliver mental attacks, and manipulate surrounding debris to hurl at the Winchester brothers in an attempt to disrupt the battle.

Energy surged within the basement, sending debris flying everywhere.

But Wu Heng's strength was superior.

The evil spirit puppet's tentacles were endless and incredibly powerful, constantly eroding the demon's defenses. Its attacks were precise and deadly.

In a moment, a demon's force field was shattered by several tentacles striking a single point simultaneously, and it was then firmly bound and unable to move.

Seeing this, another demon's white eyes flashed with a resolute glint, and it attempted to self-destruct, escaping back to hell in its soul form.

Only then did they realize that the lower-level demons hadn't lied; this human was truly powerful!
Wu Heng anticipated its attempt to escape and struck it on the forehead with a palm. A powerful mental shock instantly entered, interrupting its self-destruction process. At the same time, several tentacles tightly bound and compressed it.

Within minutes, the two powerful white-eyed demons were captured and lay on the ground. Although they were still struggling, they had been completely suppressed by Wu Heng's power.

"We've caught them. What's the next step in the interrogation?" Sam looked at the two demons on the ground and then at Wu Heng.

"I've come up with some tricks while improving the 'extraction' process these past few days."

Wu Heng walked up to the demon that had been mentally assaulted by him, ignoring the extreme resentment projected into its white eyes.

He extended his finger and gently touched the center of his forehead.

The tip of one of the evil spirit puppet's tentacles became like the most precise probe, shimmering with an eerie light, and slowly pierced into the demon's forehead, not in a physical way, but directly targeting the soul.

The demon's body convulsed violently, emitting inhuman, extremely painful hissing sounds. Countless fragmented images, sounds, and memories were forcibly extracted and fed into Wu Heng's senses through its tentacles.

The process lasted less than a minute, but it felt incredibly long.

After it ended, the tentacle retracted, and the demon slumped down as if its bones had been removed, the white light in its eyes dimming to an extreme, almost extinguished.

Wu Heng stood up, closed his eyes, and briefly sorted through the chaotic fragments of information. Dean and Sam watched him nervously, not daring to breathe.

A moment later, Wu Heng opened his eyes, looked at the two brothers, and spoke in his usual calm tone, but brought earth-shattering news:
"The information has been extracted, it's fragmented, but crucial."

"They did handle your father's soul contract, but only briefly, and it was quickly handed over to their superiors."

"All actions involving special souls and the seal of the Apocalypse ultimately point to one name—Lilith, Lucifer's left hand, the original demon. She is in charge of these key 'assets' and is driving the Apocalypse to descend."

"They are Lilith's direct troops."

"Regarding Lilith's whereabouts, there are only a few fragmented words: 'First Blood,' 'The Origin of Evil,' 'Loosening Seal,' 'The Day of Revelation.'" (End of Chapter)