Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"What else can we do?" Wu Heng said calmly, but his gaze passed over the buildings and landed in the direction of the abandoned glass factory. "At this moment, the distress message and coordinates have already been transmitted through that imprint of will and your recitation. The response location is of course the glass factory where the seal is located, not this transit station."

"You can't expect divine intervention to appear here and then take a taxi to the glass factory."

He paused, then suddenly asked a question that seemed out of place with the tense situation, even somewhat abrupt: "Are you hungry?"

"Huh?" Dean and Sam were caught off guard by this illogical turn of events and were stunned at the same time.

Dean blinked and subconsciously touched his stomach. Although he was focused on the battlefield, his stomach seemed to belatedly send out a signal after being asked this question: "Uh, now that you mention it, I do feel a bit bloated. I was just too busy being nervous."

"Then let's go get something to eat first."

Wu Heng opened the car door, sat directly in the passenger seat, and said casually, "Then we'll drive back to the glass factory."

"What?! Going out for a midnight snack now?!"

Sam raised his voice incredulously, strode to the car door, looked at Wu Heng with disapproval and anxiety written all over his face, "Lore, this is too risky!"

“Those broken demons could escape at any time, and the ordinary people around them are in danger. We can’t joke about something like this.”

Wu Heng fastened his seatbelt, leaned back in his seat with a relaxed posture, and said with a calm tone, "The reinforcements from heaven have 'received the order'."

"If they can't even clean up a group of demons who have just broken free of their seal, whose strength has not yet recovered, and whose power has been largely consumed by a Judgment Angel, then Heaven is far too unworthy of its name and should be disbanded sooner rather than later."

He turned his head and glanced at the deep night outside the window, adding, "Besides, I can sense the energy fluctuations in that area. If a large number of demons escape the blockade, it won't escape my perception."

Sam opened his mouth, wanting to argue further, but Dean had already pulled open the car door, gotten into the driver's seat, started the engine, and said in a slightly reckless, mocking tone:
“I think Lor is right.” He patted the steering wheel, his tone becoming more pragmatic. “Fighting demons is physically demanding, and you can’t do it on an empty stomach. Even if we’re just going back to watch a show, we have to be well-fed before we die.”

Ultimately, the Black Antelope car did not immediately return to the glass factory, but instead turned into a brightly lit, 24-hour drive-in restaurant several streets away.

The three of them bought some high-calorie hamburgers, French fries, and piping hot coffee, and in an eerily calm atmosphere, they leaned against the car and filled their stomachs.

Then, he leisurely got back into the car and drove towards the factory area.

Outside the car window, the night was as dark as ink, and dark clouds seemed to be pressing down on the distant horizon, as if brewing an even more violent storm.

Dean was driving when something unusual became apparent when they were more than a kilometer away from their destination.

Strange fluctuations filled the air ahead, rippling with transparent waves. These ripples did not spread evenly, but rather formed a giant, inverted bowl-shaped barrier that enveloped the entire target area.

"Can you feel it?" Dean spoke first, his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly, his brow furrowing. "Something's not right up ahead."

Sam sat in the passenger seat, his body tense almost imperceptibly. He felt a sudden, inexplicable unease, as if the demonic blood within him was stirring, instinctively repelling some kind of energy emanating from ahead.

He nodded immediately and said, "Yes, it seems like something is blocking the way."

Wu Heng sat in the back seat, his gaze piercing through the car window and landing on the invisible ripples. His perception was more refined than that of the two brothers.

“It’s some kind of special gas barrier, with the properties of order and deception,” he said calmly. “It seems that our ‘savior’s’ reinforcements have arrived, and they’re quite formidable.” Dean could clearly sense that the barrier’s fluctuations contained a trace of energy that originated from the same source as the warm current within his body, but was far more powerful, which made him instinctively wary.

This feeling is definitely not a good thing.

Sam, on the other hand, felt completely uncomfortable, as if he were being pricked by needles.

“Let’s just drive in.” Wu Heng’s voice remained calm. “The main function of this barrier is to isolate and confuse. Although its energy properties are advanced, its coverage is too wide and its strength is limited. With my power, I can easily counteract its interference with us in a short time.”

Dean no longer hesitated. His eyes narrowed, and he didn't let go of the accelerator. The black antelope maintained a low speed as it drove toward the rippling air.

The moment the front of the car touched the ripples, it felt as if it had passed through a layer of cold, viscous water. The car body shuddered slightly, and then, as if an invisible switch had been pressed, the stillness of the night was broken.

A deafening cacophony of noise surged into the three men's ears like a swarm of bees.

The explosive sounds of violent energy collisions, the sharp cracks of impacts, the frantic roars of inhuman creatures, and the cold rebukes intertwined.

The sound was coming from the direction of the glass factory.

From a distance, the massive factory silhouette in the night resembled a convulsing beast, with blinding white flashes erupting from within from time to time. Each flash briefly illuminated the surrounding buildings, and dark shadows danced amidst the white light.

Wow!

Dean whistled, slowed down, and looked through the windshield at the distant light show: "It sounds like there's some kind of hellish party going on in there, and our birdman friend is obviously that unpopular DJ."

His tone was clearly gloating.

At the same time, they also noticed that some houses along the street had their lights on within this kilometer radius.

Startled by the unusually loud noise, several residents, still in their pajamas and bleary-eyed, opened their doors, walked onto the street, and looked in confusion toward the glass factory, where light and shadow were intertwined.

However, something strange happened.

When their eyes fell upon those fleeting flashes of white light, the curiosity and worry on their faces vanished instantly, as if erased by an eraser.

Their eyes became empty and lost, and their movements became stiff.

"Strange. What am I doing out here in the middle of the night?" A middle-aged man in plaid pajamas muttered to himself, scratching his messy hair.

"Maybe he's sleepwalking," another woman yawned, her eyes unfocused.

"Go back to sleep, I have to go to work tomorrow!"

These people seemed to have collectively lost their memory, completely ignoring the battlefield-like scene and deafening noise that was right in front of them, and turned back into the house with blank expressions.

The door clicked shut as it locked. (End of Chapter)