Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Thinking of that possible scenario, Wu Heng's usually calm mind was unusually stirred by a hint of anticipation.

Meanwhile, on Kaiser Cliff.

Father Peters, who had already arrived, had beads of sweat on his forehead from rushing to get there, but his eyes were unusually bright and determined.

The prayers he chanted grew louder and more urgent, as he became completely absorbed in this holy war he 'already understood'—against the 'demon' and to save his people.

The array on the ground, which Dean and Sam had inscribed according to Wu Heng's teachings, was emitting an increasingly rich, soft white light under the priest's continuous and devout faith.

The demon dagger placed at the center of the array began to tremble slightly, its dark luster creating an eerie contrast with the surrounding holy light.

"Lord, grant me strength to dispel the darkness and save your warriors!" the priest prayed aloud.

Suddenly, the white light at the center of the formation flickered violently, and an extremely subtle wave of thought, seemingly from a distant place and filled with anger, pierced through.

The priest heard the voice, but instead of being afraid, he became even more convinced that his efforts had worked.
“It is that trapped demon, struggling, it is angry, which shows that the glory of the Lord is burning it!” He chanted even more fervently, almost shouting.

Dean and Sam watched nervously from the side.

Then they saw the demon dagger flash in a white light and then suddenly disappear!

"It's a success!" Sam said in a low voice, unable to hide his excitement.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing that the priest showed no sign of stopping, and was instead becoming even more excited by the 'devil's roar,' he quickly stepped forward:
"Father, that's enough, you've done enough, take a rest!"

“No! Child!” The priest pushed Dean’s hand away, his eyes burning with fervor. “I can feel it. The battle inside is still going on. Since my prayers are effective, every bit of strength we have increases the chances of the witchers inside winning. I can hold on. This is the Lord’s calling!”

He refused the suggestion to rest without hesitation, and continued to chant loudly despite his advanced age. His face was pale from overexertion, but his spirit was exceptionally high.

Dean and Sam exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat helpless and guilty. The old man's stubbornness and piety had exceeded their expectations, and forcibly interrupting him now might arouse suspicion.

But if you were to tell the old man that these gruesome corpses were made by the 'angels' he believed in, he would probably have a mental breakdown.

“Alright, Father, please do what you can,” Sam could only say, silently adding in his heart, ‘May the Lord truly bless you, even though we were just fooling you.’

Although perhaps it doesn't care.

In a pure white space.

The ball of light continued to preach its doctrines incessantly, trying to break down Wu Heng's defenses.

But it suddenly sensed an extremely faint but similar energy fluctuation coming from outside the space, as well as two familiar human auras!

"Blasphemy!" the light and shadow roared in shock and anger, its body radiating intense light as it attempted to reinforce the spatial barrier and sever all contact with the outside world.

But it's too late.

A tiny crack, like ice cracks on porcelain, appeared out of nowhere at the edge of the pure white space. Then, the demonic dagger, exuding an evil and ominous aura, seemed to be guided by an invisible hand and shot precisely into the crack.

With a "thud," it landed firmly on the smooth white floor.

Wu Heng, who had been sitting still, suddenly opened his eyes. The evil spirit puppet, which had been restrained by the spatial suppression, let out a silent roar, and a tentacle swiftly snatched up the demon dagger from the ground.

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Where the dagger slashed, the originally incredibly tough and holy binding barrier was easily sliced ​​open like a hot knife through butter, creating a larger gash. The invisible shackles binding the evil spirit puppet snapped instantly.

At the same time, through the crack slashed open by the dagger, Father Peters continuously channeled his piety and will into the enclosed space, like a gentle stream.

This situation is like a sealed container that has been evacuated to a high vacuum, suddenly having a small hole punctured, allowing outside air to rush in.

Although the influx was small, it was enough to disrupt the absolute balance and suppression within.

"No!" the light and shadow cried out in horror, its form instantly coalescing in the distance, bursting forth with even stronger light, attempting to reweave the cage.

But at this moment, the evil puppet, with a metal tentacle holding a relatively small, fingernail-sized demonic dagger, was like a ferocious beast that had broken free from a spider web. It swung the dagger, and all the holy light chains that tried to entangle it were easily cut off and corrupted.

The cat-and-mouse game, which started as a game of cat and mouse, was instantly reversed.

The evil puppet transformed into a bolt of black lightning, lunging at the flickering, escaping light and shadow.

Each swing of the demonic dagger left indelible stains on the pure holy light, eroding the very essence of light and shadow.

Meanwhile, the other part of the evil puppet's tentacles firmly gripped the edge of the external crack, like the roots of a plant, frantically using the faith and will 'offered' by Father Peters as a fulcrum to tear the space apart from the outside.

On Kaiser Cliff, Dean and Sam saw the black crack above the array suddenly widen, and two cold, suction-cup-covered metal tentacles were forced out of the void and danced in the air.

"Oh God, the devil is coming out!" Dean immediately channeled his inner actor, screaming in terror and instinctively drawing his pistol.

Father Peters was also frightened by the horrifying sight and took a step back, but upon hearing Dean's shout, he immediately transformed his fear into a stronger conviction: "We cannot let the demon escape and harm humanity, Lord, please grant me more strength!"

He prayed even more desperately, pouring all his remaining spiritual energy into the formation.

What he didn't know was that his fervent faith, which was like "providing charcoal in snowy weather," was transformed by the array into the strongest driving force for the evil spirit puppet to tear apart the heavenly space from the outside.

With the priest's help, the crack grew larger and larger.

Within the pure white space, the balance had been completely shattered. The evil puppets chased the light and shadow relentlessly, leaving them nowhere to hide. The space itself groaned as if it were about to shatter under the strain.

Wu Heng slowly stood up, brushing off non-existent dust from his clothes. He glanced at the disheveled figure of light and shadow, his expression remaining calm.

The time is almost right; it's time to leave this temporary analytical laboratory.

"It seems this invitation is coming to an end. I hope you can be more polite next time. Also, it would be best if you could prepare some snacks; this is the most basic way to treat guests."

"Perhaps next time it's my turn to invite you!"

A smile appeared on Wu Heng's lips as he spoke softly to the angelic orb of light that was still flickering and dodging the attacks of the evil spirit puppet. (End of Chapter)