Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Dean turned around and pulled out a pile of crumpled newspapers and a yellowed phone book from the bedside table, spreading them out on the table.

“I checked last night and there have been several cases of ‘animal disappearance’ in Nancheng recently. There’s also an abandoned hospital where people keep hearing crying. It’s most likely that evil spirits or demons are causing trouble. I also remember the phone numbers of a few demon hunters. They must have a lot of information about dark creatures.”

Dean's face was full of excitement as he picked up the phone and started dialing: "Next up, it's time for our 'spring cleaning'!"

"Clear out all these scum hiding in the shadows, and gather enough life force to revive Daddy!"

The moment the call connected, his tone immediately became serious. He skillfully exchanged information with the Witcher on the other end of the line, while Sam sorted through the clues in the newspaper. Both brothers' eyes were filled with enthusiasm. After going through so much, they had finally reached the crucial point of saving their father's life.

They must succeed.

The next morning, as the dawn broke through the clouds, Old Mike, wearing slippers and with his eyes red and swollen from drinking, opened the hotel door.

The rising sun cast a pale golden glow over the Old Mike Motel.

Dean and Sam pushed open the door almost simultaneously, their eyes gleaming, and the surging power within them made them eager to try their skills.

After the fusion of their powers last night, they could clearly feel that dealing with a lone ordinary demon, such as Ruby, was no longer a perilous battle, but a hunt.

"how do you feel?"

Dean cracked his wrists, his knuckles making a crisp sound, and a faint white halo flashed across his palm.

“This is better than ever before.” Sam clenched his fist, a faint black mist swirling between his fingers. “It’s like a heavy sandbag that has been binding us for so long has been removed.”

Without any unnecessary words, the two quickly stuffed the data they had compiled the day before, which recorded paranormal events from various places, into their backpacks, checked their weapons, and refueled the black antelope.

Their first target was a rumored "crying mine" on the outskirts of the city, where, according to records, at least three explorers had recently gone missing, and the site still reeked of sulfur.

With a roar of engines, the black muscle car shot off like an arrow, carrying the hopeful Winchester brothers towards the mine.

They need to fight, they need a large number of dark creature souls to accumulate 'fuel' for their father's resurrection, and they are also willing to save more people by eliminating these evil spirits.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, deep in the desolate eastern suburban forest, which is now considered a primeval forest.

Wu Heng's figure moved like a ghost, silently darting among the gnarled roots of ancient trees and tangled thorns.

He held in his hand an ancient scroll provided by Lilith, the handwriting of which seemed to be written with dried blood.

According to the records above, the ancient evil spirit known as the 'Skinner' was sealed in a cave somewhere in this forest.

This kind of evil spirit is not comparable to ordinary evil spirits.

It originates from the unknown abyss deeper than hell, a mad fragment left behind by some fallen ancient being, and has survived for thousands of years.

Its power far exceeds that of ordinary evil spirits; it can even feed on low-level demons, making it a dangerous entity that Hell itself needs to be treated with caution.

Ordinary humans are like ants in its presence, not even worthy of being prey.

Wu Heng's purpose for this trip was clear: to subdue it.

The evil spirit puppet's power needs to be further enhanced 'reasonably' within the rules of this world to unleash more of its potential.

Therefore, taming an ancient evil spirit whose strength is comparable to, or even surpasses, that of an evil spirit puppet in some aspects is undoubtedly the best choice. This would not only enhance one's own strength but also provide a perfect explanation for any potential display of power later on.

Following the description on the scroll and based on the unique energy imprint mixed with decay and blood, Wu Heng quickly located a mountain wall covered with dense, almost opaque thorns and shrubs.

This place seemed perfectly normal, blending seamlessly into its surroundings, yet it was filled with a subtle, chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine, a feeling that Wu Heng could not escape.

He didn't waste time cleaning by hand.

With a thought, a massive, grotesque evil spirit puppet roared and materialized from the shadows behind him, its countless waving tentacles sweeping forward with devastating force like a highly efficient harvester.

Snap! Sizzle--!

The thorny bushes were instantly crushed into dust by the tentacles, and bits of wood and broken vines flew everywhere, clearing a path to the mountain wall.

The evil spirit puppet's perception swept across the exposed rock wall like a radar, eventually locking onto a point where the energy fluctuations were most abnormal.

After the surrounding bushes were cleared away, it was clear that the area that had lost its cover was a dead zone, with no plants growing there.

A thick metal tentacle, like a battering ram, gathered power and slammed into the seemingly indestructible mountain wall with a piercing whistling sound.

Boom! !
The boulder split open, and smoke and dust filled the air.

The disguised, ordinary mountain wall was instantly shattered, revealing a deep, dark cave entrance.

The moment the cave entrance appeared, an extremely cold, damp current, carrying a strong smell of blood and decay, suddenly gushed out from the cave, like resentment suppressed for thousands of years.

The wind howled mournfully, like countless wronged souls wailing and screaming deep within a cave, as if something desperately craving slaughter and flesh was eager to rush out.

If an ordinary person were to face this cold wind directly...

He'll probably get at least a serious illness.

Wu Heng remained expressionless and, without even pausing, stepped into the dense darkness inside the cave entrance.

The evil spirit puppet shrank in size, like a loyal guardian, and followed closely behind.

The cave was more spacious than expected, but the stench in the air and the almost tangible negative energy were enough to cause any ordinary person to have an instant mental breakdown.

Deep within the cave, using the eerie light emanating from the evil spirit puppet, Wu Heng spotted his target.

A tall, blood-red skeleton!
It was firmly bound to an uneven rock face by countless thick chains wrapped with dark incantations.

His limbs, torso, and even skull were pierced by more than a dozen foot-long black iron nails that gleamed with an ominous dark light, pinning him firmly to the rock.

The rock walls surrounding the nailing point are engraved with complex and ancient sealing incantations. These incantations writhe slowly as if they were alive, continuously tempering the power of the red skull.

This skeleton had four unusually thick bony arms, but the most bizarre thing was its hands, which had five...

The finger bones seemed to have been fused together, forming a jet-black bone blade resembling a straight knife, its edges gleaming with a cold metallic light. (End of Chapter)