Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Within ten seconds, the street returned to silence, with only a few lonely streetlights and the continuous sounds of fighting coming from the factory in the distance, proving that what had just happened was not an illusion.

"Tsk, brainwashing aura?" Dean curled his lip. "These bastards are good at nothing but cleaning up messes."

“It’s memory interference and mental manipulation,” Wu Heng corrected.

Sam's brow remained furrowed: "It seems they don't want ordinary people to be exposed to the truth of the supernatural world. After all, faith needs mystery, not concrete evidence."

Wu Heng offered no comment, simply watching quietly.

This tactic is consistent with the usual style of that faction.

Dean watched the constantly erupting energy fluctuations and wisely refrained from approaching rashly.

Without waiting for Wu Heng to give any further instructions, he slowed the car down even further until he came to a complete stop and turned off the engine at a relatively secluded corner about 300 meters away from the glass factory.

The three of them tacitly agreed not to get out of the car, but simply watched through the car window at the factory area shrouded in a barrier, where a great battle was taking place.

At this moment, Sam seemed to suddenly realize a crucial question. He turned to look at Wu Heng in the back seat, his tone confirming, "Lor, if I were to say, if some demons managed to break through the battle inside and escape, with your abilities, you should be able to stop them and prevent them from reaching the residential area, right?"

He was worried about the safety of the ordinary residents around him. Although he trusted Wu Heng's abilities, he needed reassurance.

Wu Heng nodded calmly, his gaze fixed on the distant battlefield, and simply hummed in agreement.

That one word was enough to relax Sam's tense nerves.

He knew Wu Heng well. This guy might be cold-blooded or deep-seated, but he never made empty boasts. If he said he could do it, then he definitely could.

Sam let out a soft breath and finally began to truly enjoy the show.

Time ticked by amidst the sounds of fierce fighting and the eerie silence inside the vehicle.

About five minutes later,

Wu Heng, who had been silently sensing the situation, suddenly narrowed his eyes. He sensed a large amount of dark power, carrying a familiar aura, forcefully entering the barrier's range as if tearing through cloth.

These auras were filled with sulfurous fire, the wails of souls, and an aura of superiority, belonging to the highest levels of hell.

"It seems the battle is about to escalate again."

Wu Heng suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the car.

"Ok?"

Sam and Dean were immediately pulled back from their thoughts and turned to look at him curiously.

"The person you've been looking for," Wu Heng said with a hint of barely perceptible amusement, "has arrived."

Sam and Dean were taken aback at first, then their pupils suddenly contracted and their breathing became rapid.

Dean almost reflexively reached for the car key, wanting to rush over immediately, but Wu Heng beat him to it, gently pressing down on his shoulder with his hand. His hand seemed casual, but it contained an irresistible force.

"Wait a minute." Wu Heng's voice was calm to the point of being cruel. "It's not the right time yet."

"It's Lilith? She really came?!"

Dean's voice trembled with excitement as he leaned forward, staring nervously at Wu Heng.

Sam, standing beside him, was also tense, his eyes burning with a mixture of hatred and desire. Everything they had done was to find the demon who had imprisoned their father's soul. Now that their goal was within reach, how could they possibly remain calm?

"Lilith, as Lucifer's left hand and the commander of the Demon Guard," Wu Heng's gaze swept over the two excited men, and he calmly posed a question, "You're only thinking about finding her, but have you calmly considered what will happen after you find her?"

"How do you expect to wrest your father's soul back from a demon of this level? With your passion, or with the few swords and spears you have that are barely enough to deal with low-level demons?"

"She has hostages in her hands."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over the two brothers, instantly extinguishing their impulse. Yes, Lilith was a demon that even angels had to be wary of.

They were only thinking about 'finding', but subconsciously avoided the most fatal question: 'how to fight'.

Dean's expression changed, from extreme excitement to seriousness. He looked at Wu Heng with unprecedented earnestness and a hint of pleading in his eyes: "Lor... can you help us? Really."

He knew the request was unreasonable, but they had no other choice.

Wu Heng glanced at him, his eyes seeming to say, 'You finally asked.' His tone remained calm: 'What do you think is the reason I'm here? Is it really just to watch this boring fireworks display?'

"Uh, okay, thank you, Lor."

Dean scratched his head awkwardly, but felt much more at ease. Although Wu Heng's actions were unpredictable, his ability and promises were definitely a boost of confidence.

"Now that I've guided you to find her, I naturally won't stop you at this time."

Wu Heng continued, turning his gaze back to the battlefield: "But be patient."

“An enemy who has expended his strength in battle, or may even be injured, is always easier to deal with than an enemy who is in full condition.”

"Don't worry, I can sense the energy balance inside. They won't easily destroy each other. Heaven isn't that useless."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "In this play, Hell must 'win'."

"Only by causing the reinforcements from Heaven to fail here, to suffer sufficient losses and humiliation, can we truly anger those proud angels and force more of them to personally intervene and invest more resources."

"If Heaven wins, this incident will be nothing more than a routine process of purging 'blasphemy' for them, like casually swatting a few flies, and will not achieve the purpose of our plan at all."

".Understood."

Dean and Sam exchanged a glance, both seeing the tension in each other's eyes. They nodded vigorously and turned their gaze back to the glass factory, which was constantly rumbling and roaring.

His fists clenched unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his palms.

What was originally a peaceful wait to watch the tigers fight has now become an unbearable ordeal.

The situation within the glass factory had changed drastically.

As Dean's prayer was successful, several milky-white orbs of light, even more solid than the previous angel of judgment, descended like meteors, and Heaven's reinforcements arrived on the battlefield.

In an instant, the remaining demons suffered a devastating blow.

The original twenty-odd demons who were besieging the area were instantly killed by the combined efforts of the Judgment Angel and the reinforcements. Combined with the number that the Judgment Angel had killed alone, only a few severely wounded demon minions remained on the field, barely clinging to life like candles in the wind.

The white holy light, like a tide, was about to engulf the final darkness.

But just as the scales of victory were about to tip completely in favor of these angels... (End of Chapter)