Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Buzz--!

The grid on the surface of the life converter spun rapidly again, and the antenna extended.

This time, it wasn't absorbing a single evil spirit's energy, but rather like an invisible vortex, frantically drawing in the rich life essence and dark power permeating the air, originating from the nearly thirty slain cannibalistic goblins.

These primitive and savage monsters possess an unexpectedly vast life energy.

A few minutes later, the converter stopped operating and the antenna retracted.

Dean picked it up and felt an unprecedented sense of fullness emanating from it.

This sphere seemed to come alive, its interior shimmering with light and containing astonishing vitality.

"It's full." Dean's voice trembled slightly with excitement. "Sam, it's full!"

“Really, that’s great!” Sam exclaimed excitedly.

Because Lorre said that when it is full, it is enough to activate John's body.

Without any delay, they rushed the two survivors to the nearest hospital and then sped back to the motel where they were hiding.

Inside the room, Dean and Sam carefully dragged John's body, which had been imbued with evil spirit power by Wu Heng and remained incorruptible, out from under the bed and laid it flat on the bed.

Then, Dean faced the darkest shadow in the corner of the room and whispered:
"Mr. Butler?"

The shadows rippled like water, and the Grim Reaper butler, dressed in a suit and shaped like a skeleton, silently appeared, still holding the black box that sealed John's soul in his hands.

Wu Heng left him here for two reasons: first, to protect John's physical body, and second, to preside over the resurrection ceremony at a crucial moment.

The butler remained silent, his empty eye sockets fixed on Dean.

Dean suppressed his excited heartbeat and presented the life converter with both hands.

The butler took the converter, his bony fingers gently stroking its surface, as if confirming the energy within.

After a moment, he nodded, indicating that he had enough energy.

First, open the black box to draw out John's somewhat ethereal soul, which carries a hint of unease, and then slowly cover his body on the bed.

The moment the soul and body come into contact is like a drop of water merging into parched soil, slowly and steadily merging together.

Then the butler held up the life converter with both hands, and his ten fingers touched, drew, and pressed on its surface in a strange, rhythmic motion.

As he moved, the grid on the converter's surface no longer rotated randomly, but instead, like a combination lock being cracked, it combined and shifted in a specific order.

Eventually, the entire structure of the sphere changed, and a hole appeared in the center.

A rich, tangible torrent of life, radiating a soft white light, surged forth from the opening and flowed into John's heart.

The vitality instantly nourished every withered cell and stiffened meridian.

John's pale skin regained color at a visible speed, his cold body temperature began to rise, and his chest began to rise and fall slightly.

Having done all this, the butler returned the converter, now restored to its original state but empty inside, to Dean, and then, just as he had arrived, silently retreated into the shadows and disappeared.

"Is that all?"

Sam blinked, staring nervously at his father on the bed, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"should be."

Dean clenched his fists, his palms sweating, and his eyes never left his face for a second.

Time ticked by as the two brothers watched anxiously.

About five minutes later, John's fingers, which were placed at his side, trembled very slightly.

This slight movement, however, exploded like a thunderclap in Dean and Sam's hearts, and the two instantly held their breath.

Ten minutes later, John's eyelashes fluttered, a muffled groan escaped his throat, and then he slowly opened his eyes. Confused and disoriented, his gaze finally settled on the two familiar, tear-streaked faces beside the bed.

“Dean? Sam?” John’s voice was hoarse and weak, but clear.

"Daddy!"

Dean and Sam could no longer contain themselves and rushed to the bedside to hug their father, whom they had lost and found again.

The father and his two sons embraced, tears mingling with joy and emotion.

They excitedly recounted their experiences since they parted ways and shared their joy.

The text also mentions Mary, the mother who is still trapped in hell, with joy mixed with a touch of sadness.

A family is always missing one person.

However, the observant Sam soon noticed that his father John seemed to be acting strangely.

He could suddenly become extremely agitated over a small matter, and a hint of uncontrollable mania would occasionally flash in his eyes, though he would quickly suppress it. This was definitely not the calm and collected father he remembered.

John himself noticed something was wrong. He pressed his temples in confusion: "I...I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel like there's a fire in my heart, like...something is in hell, but I can't remember anything. That memory is a blank, as if it was deliberately erased by something."

To verify this, Dean tried asking John about some common sense and tactics for hunting demons.

At first, John was able to answer fluently, but when he tried to recall the weakness of a particular demon, he suddenly clutched his head and let out a painful roar.

His eyes instantly became chaotic and aggressive, and he suddenly swung his fist at the bedside table next to him.

"Daddy!"

Dean and Sam were shocked and rushed forward to hold him down.

In the struggle, John's strength was astonishing.

In the end, Sam had to take out his usual sedatives and give John an injection before he gradually calmed down and fell asleep, his face still showing signs of pain and confusion.

Looking at their sleeping father, Dean and Sam's hearts sank to the bottom.

“It’s the influence of hell,” Sam said in a low voice. “His soul has been corrupted, leaving a hidden danger. He’s in great danger now.”

"This problem must be solved!"

Dean said it with absolute certainty.

They immediately began searching through the demon-hunting manuals they carried with them, while simultaneously sending an urgent message to Wu Heng, who was far away, detailing John's situation.

However, at this moment, Wu Heng was inside the cave, performing a ritual of enslavement.

Looking at Wu Heng, who remained as steady as a mountain, and the powerful evil spirit puppet at the cave entrance, Lilith knew that her usual harassment tactics were completely ineffective.

A flash of annoyance crossed her white eyes, which then narrowed slightly.

"Since we can't break through reality, let's dismantle it from within, or... change the battlefield," she muttered to herself, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Instead of ordering the demons to launch pointless attacks, he began directing them to dig a hole five meters below Wu Heng's cave, through the soil.

The white-eyed demons busied themselves like worker ants, carrying special black rocks, carving them with blasphemous hellish runes, and constructing a circular magic array base about ten meters in diameter.

They also dragged in several ordinary people who were tied up, gagged, and whose eyes were filled with extreme fear.

These people were placed at key nodes of the summoning circle as living sacrifices.

"Right here, right under his feet,"

Five meters below the cave, Lilith pointed excitedly at the gradually forming summoning circle.

"I'm going to perform a summoning ritual and forcibly open a temporary gate to hell here!" (End of Chapter)