Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

“There’s no rush.” Wu Heng smiled and then turned to Sam. “Dean alone isn’t enough. The demon blood in your body is actually a great potential asset. This time, I exchanged the souls of ten Black-Eyed Demons with Lilith. Since angel crystals can be refined to extract purifying power, these demon crystals can naturally be refined to extract pure dark power as well.”

"I didn't use something similar on you before because the demon blood in your body is already unstable. If other purifying powers were injected, it could trigger a physical conflict or even cause you to collapse."

"But dark power is different. It resonates with the bloodline attributes within you. Although it might slightly affect your emotions, as long as I help you control it, the negative impact will be negligible. Do you want to give it a try?"

Upon hearing this, Sam unconsciously rubbed his palm with his fingers.

He had always loathed the demonic blood within him, believing it to be the curse that had killed his mother. But after glancing at Dean and then at the box that sealed his father's soul, he finally clenched his fist and nodded forcefully: "I'll try!"

Compared to the resurrection of her father, this disgust was nothing.

For the next hour, Wu Heng locked himself in his room to perform a ritual to refine demonic power. Low energy hums could be heard from the room from time to time, mixed with the unwilling roars of the Black-Eyed Demon's soul. Dean and Sam stood guard outside the door.

Until an hour later,
Wu Hengcai pushed open the door and came out, holding a test tube containing three-tenths of a black, viscous liquid. He frowned slightly and said, "The souls of these black-eyed demons have too many impurities. They contain not only dark energy but also curses, resentment, and even the remnants of other demons. This resulted in a conversion rate that was more than twice as low as that of refining the angelic essence. In the end, only this much was extracted."

He handed the test tube to Sam, who quickly took it, looked at the ink-like liquid inside, and asked hesitantly, "Do we drink it directly?"

“Yes, drink it directly, it will automatically fuse with the demon blood in your body.” Wu Heng nodded.

Sam took a deep breath, as if he had made a huge decision, and then pulled out the stopper of the test tube and poured it down.

The black liquid had a slightly cold, stinging sensation when it went down my throat, but it quickly slid down into my stomach. There was no rejection as I had imagined; instead, there was a sense of 'long-lost' harmony, like parched land meeting rain.

"Your next task is to find more dark creatures."

Wu Heng took a fist-sized round object out of his pocket and handed it to Dean.

This thing looks like it was made by mixing and polishing some kind of metal and animal bone. Its surface is engraved with dense grids, like a miniature round Rubik's Cube. It feels slightly chilly when you hold it in your hand.

"This is a 'Life Converter' that I modified based on the Death Butler's conversion ritual. After you kill a dark creature, stick it on the monster's corpse, and it will automatically absorb the dark energy in the creature's body, convert it into pure life force and store it. Once enough is stored, we can start activating John's body."

Dean took the converter, curiously poked the grid on the surface with his finger, and tried to twist it, only to find that the grid did not move at all, and was more like a decorative pattern.

He carefully placed the converter into his inner pocket; this thing was related to his father's resurrection and he absolutely could not lose it.

"Alright, the task of hunting dark creatures is now up to you." Wu Heng clapped his hands. "Tomorrow morning, the power within you will be completely fused, and your strength will increase significantly. Oh, and take these two daggers with you. Remember to return the Demon Hunter dagger you borrowed to Ruby."

He pulled two daggers from his trench coat pocket. The blades gleamed with a dark luster, and the hilts were engraved with tiny demonic patterns. These were the three demonic daggers he had obtained from Lilith. Dean and Sam took the daggers, finding them heavy in their hands. A faint dark aura emanated from the hilts, but it didn't feel repulsive.

Wu Heng then put away the remaining dagger. This thing was useless to his own power, but in this world, it could be used to disguise and enhance his power, making it a decent auxiliary tool.

"To avoid any unforeseen complications, I need to verify the information Lilith mentioned about the 'ancient evil spirit' now."

As soon as Wu Heng finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly appeared around his body, enveloping him like a tide. The next second, his figure merged into the shadow and disappeared, along with the Death God Butler in the corner.

Sam looked at the empty doorway and couldn't help but click his tongue enviously: "If only I could awaken this ability, it would be so much easier to run away from demons I can't beat in the future."

"What do you mean by running away? That's called a strategic retreat."

Dean couldn't help but correct him, still fiddling with the demon dagger in his hand, "But seriously, if we had that ability, we wouldn't have been chased so badly by the hellhounds before."

The two chatted for a while longer about the details of tomorrow's hunting plan before returning to their rooms to rest.

The next morning, Sam was awakened by the surging power within him. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt that his limbs and bones were filled with inexhaustible strength. The black liquid he had drunk earlier had completely merged with the demon blood in his body, turning into a controllable dark energy.

He could even clearly see this energy flowing in his blood vessels, and with a thought, he could gather it into his palm.

She quickly got up and rushed into the bathroom to wash up. In the mirror, her eyes were bright, and there seemed to be a faint blackness flowing under her skin. Her whole demeanor became much sharper.

After washing up, Sam knocked on Dean's door.

When Dean opened the door, his eyes were full of excitement: "You can feel it too, the power in my body has at least doubled, and it's much more flexible to control than last time. Before, when I used the power of the angels to enhance the bullets, I could only fire 3 accurate shots within 1000 meters at most, but now I can fire 12 shots, enough to empty an entire magazine!"

As he spoke, he gestured as if firing a gun, his tone full of smugness: "Although the demon can dodge bullets, after 12 shots, even the Crossroads Demon would be riddled with holes."

"I've changed too."

Sam extended his right hand, and a ball of black energy slowly emerged in his palm, like a small black mist: "I can control this power to attach to weapons, and I feel like there's a sealed box in my brain containing my previous prophetic abilities. Although I can't open it yet, it's slowly unlocking itself. Perhaps after a while, I'll be able to actively foresee danger."

Dean looked at the black mist in Sam's palm, then at the faint white halo in his own, and chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. "Now that one of us has the power of an angel and the other the power of a demon, dealing with those ordinary evil spirits and lowly demons will be a piece of cake. Next, we need to hurry up and find traces of the dark creatures." (End of Chapter)