Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Dean looked at himself in the mirror and grinned with excitement.

He was no longer just an ordinary witcher who could only rely on weapons and luck to fight supernatural creatures. Although he was still far from reaching Wu Heng's level, this was undoubtedly a huge leap.

Dean walked out of the bathroom, looked at Sam who had just gotten up and Wu Heng who was sitting quietly in the living room, clenched his fist tightly, and his knuckles cracked.

"Guys, I think we can go find a tough nut to crack today."

He excitedly began a set of strength training exercises.

The sun had just risen, and the morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, cutting bright beams of light into the air. Dean excitedly felt the power surging within him and the ease he had felt during training. He stood up and threw a few punches into the air, creating a whooshing sound.

“Seriously, Lorre, I feel like I could punch right through a wall right now,” Dean said excitedly, eager to try.

Sam looked at his brother's condition and, although he was happy for him, the worry between his brows did not disappear: "Dean, calm down."

"Increased strength is a good thing, but our primary goal remains unchanged: to find the White-Eyed Demon and ascertain Daddy's whereabouts."

Dean suppressed his excitement, nodded, and walked to the table to spread out a map and a pile of documents: "That's right, but that summoning circle is completely useless now. Heaven tampered with it; it was just a trap."

“What a pity,” Sam sighed, “that was our only clear lead.”

"Not necessarily." Dean tapped a few points on the map where they had previously been active. "Think about it, what is the core mission of those white-eyed demons and the cults they control?"

"It's about breaking 66 seals!"

"Azazel is dead, Lilith has taken over, but this plan will never stop. Even if a group of cultists and demons die, new ones will surely take their place. As long as they are still active, they will leave traces!"

Wu Heng sat quietly on a chair to the side, listening without saying a word, but his eyes showed his approval.

Sam's eyes lit up: "You mean by tracking down recent unusual paranormal events to find clues?"

"That's right, the loosening or breaking of a seal is often accompanied by a violent burst of negative energy and strange phenomena!"

"This phenomenon cannot be hidden and will inevitably be reported in the news, possibly mistaking it for a natural disaster or an unknown event."

“Right.” Dean snapped his fingers. “Ordinary ghostly disturbances might just be the grudges of an individual, but if it’s an event of unusual scale, bizarre methods, or involves specific symbols or locations, it’s very likely that those lunatics are up to some kind of sacrifice again!”

Without further ado, the three immediately divided the work and got to work.

Sam was in charge of searching the internet for all the latest suspicious news, police reports, and urban legends; Dean used his extensive network of connections to make phone calls; and Wu Heng, with his powerful senses, tried to detect any unusual residual energy fluctuations in the air.

Well, actually Wu Heng was resting, and he wouldn't have given any hints if the two brothers hadn't found any clues.

quickly,

A message from a small town in a neighboring state caught their attention.

Several bizarre deaths occurred there in succession. The victims were found dead in remote places after going out alone at night. Their bodies had no external injuries, but their faces were distorted, as if they had experienced extreme fear. Moreover, the locations of the deaths all revolved around an ancient cemetery outside the town.

“The characteristics of deaths in the Roberts cemetery fit the pattern of the Fear Demon, or a similar modus operandi of a spirit that feeds on fear,” Sam analyzed. “But the frequency is too high; it doesn’t seem like a naturally formed evil spirit.”

"Go take a look," Wu Heng said succinctly.

A somber atmosphere permeated the town of Roberts. Upon arrival, the three easily gleaned more details from the local bartenders and several elderly people.

The deceased all seemed to have mentioned seeing 'moving shadows' and hearing 'whispers' before their deaths, and the ancient cemetery, supposedly built during the colonial period, had buried many people who died violent deaths and had never been peaceful.

As night fell, the three arrived at the overgrown cemetery.

Under the moonlight, a chilly wind blew in gusts.

The tombstone cast a distorted shadow in the pale moonlight.

"Separate teams and search for any unusual energy sources or traces," Sam said in a low voice, taking out an EMF detector.

Dean gripped his hunting knife tightly, feeling the warm current flowing through his body. He deliberately refrained from using the Demon Blade, which he hadn't yet returned to Ruby, just to test the "purification" effect that Wu Heng had mentioned.

This wasn't due to his carelessness or arrogance, but rather because he had Wu Heng, the top demon hunter, backing him up, and the Demon Blade was also in Wu Heng's hands. Even if he made a mistake, Wu Heng would help him.

Without a demon prince or an angel, no one can be a match for this guy.

Wu Heng stood still, his eyes closed. The amplified senses from the evil spirit puppet spread like mercury across the ground. After a moment, he pointed to an abandoned, half-collapsed family tomb deep within the cemetery:
“There, the negative energy is strongest, and something is lurking.”

The three of them quietly approached the entrance to the tomb. A cold, putrid smell hit them as soon as they entered. The inside of the tomb was pitch black, with only a few rays of moonlight filtering in through the cracks.

suddenly,

A chilling sound, as if countless people were whispering and weeping, arose from all directions, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.

A blurry, twisted humanoid figure, formed from shadows and fear, appeared silently behind Dean, reaching out claw-like arms to grab his back.

"Dean! Watch out!" Sam exclaimed, raising his gun to aim, but worried about accidentally hitting someone.

Dean reacted extremely quickly, turning around abruptly and subconsciously guiding the warm current within his body to his right hand holding the knife. He didn't use any complicated moves, but simply thrust the knife forward instinctively.

Something weird happened!

The ordinary hunting knife made a slight sizzling sound the moment it touched the shadowy humanoid figure, as if a red-hot iron had hit ice. Instead of passing through the spirit as usual, the blade pierced solidly into the shadow.

"Roar--!"

The shadowy humanoid emitted an extremely shrill scream, and the part stabbed by the knife melted rapidly as if it had been splashed with strong acid, emitting white smoke.

It struggled and retreated frantically, its once solid body instantly becoming thin and indistinct, filled with pain and fear.

Dean himself was stunned.

He clearly watched as the blade pierced into the spirit, felt obvious resistance, and experienced a sensation through the hilt that seemed to purify something!

"It works, it really works!" Dean was both surprised and delighted. He pressed his advantage, once again channeling his inner energy and slashing at the equally shocked and injured evil spirit in front of him.

This time, the blade sliced ​​through like a hot knife through butter. (End of Chapter)