Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The air was filled with the stench of blood, sulfur, and a low, mournful chant that seemed to come from the depths of the earth, creating a nauseating symphony.

"right here!"

Dean lowered his voice and drew the hunting knife from his waist; the cold touch calmed him slightly. He glanced at Sam, and the two brothers exchanged a look.

Sam took a deep breath, chambered a bullet, and whispered, "There are a lot of people inside, at least twenty believers, and those three powerful demonic auras are all inside. They are White-Eyed Demons, no doubt about it."

Wu Heng sensed the flow of energy within the factory. The fluctuations of the ritual had reached a critical point, like a fully drawn bowstring. He glanced at the two brothers and said calmly, "The ritual has reached a crucial moment. Get ready. This is going to be a tough battle. Dean, remember to guide the power within you. Don't fight head-on."

The factory was like hell at that moment.

The central open space was cleared out, and an array drawn with blood and some kind of black pigment covered the ground.

The intricate pattern above is filled with a sense of blasphemy, with inverted symbols and twisted lines, densely packed together.

More than twenty pale believers dressed in black robes and hooded heads knelt on the edge, their heads bowed, chanting in a difficult language. Their deep voices were filled with fanaticism, forming an unsettling buzz.

Each person has a hollow white eye tattooed on their bare wrist, as if it's blinking and about to jump out of their arm.

At the very center of the sacrificial array stands an inverted cross made of charred wood.

The pastor who was all dignified in the church during the day is now tied upside down.

His face turned purplish-red from the rush of blood and extreme fear, his eyes bulged and were bloodshot.

His expensive priest's robes were torn and disheveled, and there was a dark, damp stain in his crotch that emitted a pungent ammonia smell. He struggled in vain, the ropes digging deep into his flesh, making soft whimpering sounds. His former greed had long been replaced by a pure will to survive.

Dozens of corpses were radiating outwards from the inverted cross, 'kneeling' around it.

Men and women, young and old, had their hands tied behind their backs, their kneecaps crushed with blunt instruments, forcing their bodies to bend forward in an extremely painful position, their foreheads pressed against the cold ground.

One by one, the throats of the men were being slashed open with daggers.

Warm blood, like a stream, flowed along the grooves carved into the ground towards the inverted cross in the center, staining the wood a dark red.

The entire altar was soaked in thick blood, and the air was filled with a sweet, fishy smell.

Three white-eyed demons stood at the three key nodes of the sacrificial array, coldly watching the wails before them. The leader was a demon who looked like a young man in his twenties, whose empty, milky-white eyes had stripped away all life, leaving only deathly stillness.

It was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, which seemed out of place in the barbaric scene around it.

"It's almost time."

The young demon spoke, its voice carrying a metallic, abrasive quality that drilled directly into one's mind: "This guy's soul, though filthy, possesses a rare 'purity' of desire, enough to serve as the final core and ignite this seal."

Beside it, a burly demon let out a hoarse laugh: "Heh heh, the lackeys of heaven have ultimately become the keys to opening the gates of hell. How ironic. I wonder what expressions those birdmen would have if they knew?"

The third demon added menacingly, "They'll just watch from the clouds until it's too late. Arrogance is their greatest weakness."

The young demon said no more, and a bone dagger appeared in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly.

It walked step by step toward the upside-down priest. The priest trembled violently, his teeth chattering, tears mingling with sweat as he cried. In his extreme terror, he suddenly remembered the small glass tube the mysterious visitor had given him during the day!

You can use it when the man says 'danger'.

Is there ever a more dangerous time than now?

But how am I supposed to use it now? My whole body is tied up, I can't move at all, and that thing is still in the inner pocket of my shirt.

The instinct for survival overrides everything!
He began to writhe wildly, like a maggot pinned to a hole, trying to make the test tube in his shirt pocket slide out. The upside-down position made gravity his only help, and he could feel the cold little bottle slowly moving from the edge of the pocket.

The young demon stood before the priest, raised his dagger, and pointed it at his throat.

"In the name of Lilith, in the will of Lucifer, begin!" The demon began chanting the final incantation.

"No, Lord, save me! Forgive me!"

"There is no salvation here, only death!" Without the slightest hesitation, the young demon's dagger slashed precisely across the priest's throat!

Excruciating pain, suffocation!
Warm liquid gushed out, blurring his vision and filling his nostrils. The priest's world instantly turned crimson and dark, and his consciousness rapidly slipped away.

In that instant, the test tube fell out and, as he consciously bent his neck to squeeze the wound and stop the bleeding, it fell straight into his mouth, which was wide open due to suffocation!

'This is that thing.'

Before he was completely plunged into darkness, a strange ferocity surged within him, and with all his remaining strength, he bit down hard on the glass tube in his mouth.

"Crack!"

With a soft cracking sound, the glass tube shattered from his bite.

Sharp shards instantly severed his mouth, tongue, and throat, but at the same time, an indescribable liquid, both faintly holy and containing a certain violent will, mixed with his own blood and glass shards, was violently poured into his esophagus and trachea.

Just as they were about to push the priest's not-yet-completely-stiffened corpse into the already formed, rotating vortex of crimson energy in the center of the altar, a bottomless black hole emitting a foul stench of sulfur quietly emerged.

The three white-eyed demons froze simultaneously.

"What the hell is this?"

They clearly sensed an extremely abrupt energy, completely out of place with the surrounding bloody and profane environment, erupting from the priest's dying body.

The feeling was like a small, pale flame suddenly igniting in the snow and ice; though weak, it carried a sense of order and purification that instinctively disgusted and alarmed them.

"What's going on?!" The burly demon roared first, a hint of surprise flashing in his white eyes.

The young demon frowned, staring intently at the priest's still slightly twitching body: "His soul... just now there was a momentary abnormal fluctuation, with a nauseating smell!"

However, before they could figure out what was happening, a deafening crash came from the direction of the factory gate! (End of Chapter)