Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

They chose to prioritize the overall situation.

Wu Heng took everything in, remaining expressionless. The inner struggles of the two brothers were irrelevant to him. In fact, his behavior was not much different from the angels' previous use of ordinary people's lives as bait.

This is also why the two of them found it unbelievable.

"Never mind, that pastor wasn't a good person either." Wu Heng glanced at their expressions and said calmly, as if explaining for their innocent hearts, though he himself didn't care.

Deep inside the factory, white light and dark energy collided violently, producing a piercing tearing sound.

It erupted instantly, and with each thrust of its light spear, it pierced the body of a white-eyed demon, turning it into ashes.

The three demons who initially presided over the sacrifice were prioritized for purification amidst their desperate howls, and died completely.

However, there were simply too many demons.

These creatures, like sharks smelling blood, swarmed forward relentlessly. The mortal body possessed by an angel became its greatest weakness; sharp claws tore through flesh, and dark energy eroded bones and muscles. The cultist's body became visibly broken and mangled.

The skin was charred and peeled off, revealing a holy light writhing between the flesh and blood. One arm was twisted unnaturally, clearly broken.

Each act of blasphemous harm to the body causes the wrath of the angels of judgment to grow exponentially.

This desecration enraged it more than the injury itself; its consciousness, composed of pure energy, could not tolerate such defilement.

In those white eyes, rationality was being replaced by stubborn madness.

No longer content with merely eliminating the demon, the cold rage in his eyes also locked onto Wu Heng and the Winchester brothers at the door. These mortals who witnessed its 'ugly' state must also be eliminated!

"die!"

It let out a roar, completely abandoning its defenses, allowing the two demons' claws to dig into its ribs. At the same time, it hurled the light spear in its hand, instantly piercing through the three demons in front of it, stringing them together and turning them into ashes.

It is like a burning white sun, relentlessly releasing its purifying power, determined to completely erase the impurities of this place, whether demons or humans, from this world.

The factory windows swayed violently from the impact, and the walls shook slightly.

The existing cracks continued to widen under the shockwave, and dust and debris fell in a flurry. The young cultist's body, possessed by the Angel of Judgment, was now so badly damaged that it was no longer recognizable as human.

His left arm was twisted, the white bone piercing through the flesh, and the flowing blood mixed with specks of light and filthy black blood.

Its body was tainted by dark forces.

His chest and abdomen were covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds, the intertwined opposing forces sizzling with a teeth-grinding sound.

So, which side should we help?

Dean leaned against a rusty steel pillar by the door, peering out to observe the battle. He couldn't help but mutter something under his breath, his face filled with conflict and disgust.

He tightened his grip on the hunting knife, glanced at the battle in front of him, and felt incredibly awkward.

"These self-righteous idiots treated us like monkeys before, watched the seal be broken and so many scumbags were released. Now they're putting on a show of justice prevailing."

And these things that crawled out of hell, every single one of them, should be stuffed back into the womb and remade!

In his simple view of right and wrong, both sides have the blood of innocent people on their hands and are not good people.

The indifference of Heaven chilled him to the bone, and the demons of Hell were his mortal enemies. Watching them fight like dogs, he was momentarily at a loss as to who should win, or rather, whether he should hope they would perish together for the most satisfying outcome.

Sam also frowned, his tall frame slightly hunched, watching the battle unfold warily.

His gaze shifted between the angels of judgment and the demons, his heart filled with conflict.

Finally, he looked at Wu Heng, who remained calm throughout, and asked in a questioning tone, "Luo Er, what do we do now? Who should we beat up?"

His voice was low.

With his hands in his coat pockets and his back against the brick wall, Wu Heng coldly observed every detail of the energy collision, especially the angel's constantly decaying yet occasional flashes of holy light.

This is a rare opportunity for analysis.

Hearing Sam's question, he didn't even lift his eyelids, simply uttering four words: "Let's see how it goes."

In the arena, the angel of judgment found himself in an increasingly difficult situation.

Completely disregarding the limits of this mortal body, it excessively extracted the projected power, and a condensed spear of holy light flew out of its hand, piercing through the chest of a demon that was trying to sneak up from the side, pinning it to the broken glass furnace behind it.

The demon let out a short, mournful howl, its body rapidly shrinking and carbonizing in the holy flames, eventually turning into ashes.

However, the cost is also enormous.

This effective strike resulted in two more wounds on his body, the disappearance of a fist-sized mass of flesh, and the exposure of his ribs.

With each enemy it killed, its wounds reopened more severely, the flow of holy light became noticeably sluggish, and its movements became increasingly unsteady.

The surrounding demons were clearly enraged by this desperate struggle. They let out low, threatening roars, and the dark energy emanating from their bodies was no longer just an attack, but spread out like a living thing. Strands of black mist connected, faintly forming an invisible force field that enveloped the entire altar area.

This force field not only greatly restricted the angel's movement speed, but also created a kind of mental interference, like a spider web, trying to sever its fragile connection with the distant heaven.

This has cut off their escape route.

To prevent their souls from returning to heaven when they are defeated, there is no chance for them to even send out a distress signal.

These demons learned their lesson once and don't want to suffer the same fate a second time.

At this moment, the madness in the eyes of the angel of judgment, which were composed of pure white light, gradually cooled down, and was being eroded by emotions called 'anxiety' and 'humiliation', and began to think.

It clearly sensed that the container was about to collapse, and the power it projected was being rapidly depleted.

If the deadlock cannot be broken soon, it will be completely annihilated in this filthy place, which is an unacceptable desecration for a noble angel of judgment.

His gaze, like a searchlight, suddenly swept over the three people watching from the doorway once more.

Sam's filthy blood, originating from the Yellow-Eyed Demon, was as conspicuous as a beacon in the night, while the silent man in black was surrounded by an unknown evil that was so cold and lifeless that it instinctively aroused its sacred nature with disgust and vigilance.

Finally, all eyes were on Dean.

It sensed a relatively 'pure' power, even one tinged with holiness, emanating from this man. It felt like a lost but redeemable lamb, a 'devout believer' who could be temporarily used. (End of Chapter)