Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

This group of demons, infected by the abyss and driven mad, now wants to replace Wu Heng and enter that back garden filled with sweet 'flesh and blood,' which is the human world!

So they moved.

In an instant, the remaining three thousand-plus demons, whether or not they still retained their sanity, were driven mad by Lilith's orders and their own madness, and they rushed towards Wu Heng.

"A nice trip, but it's time to end it."

“Perhaps next time, I will initiate this game myself.” Wu Heng completely ignored the demons around him; their interference was nothing to fear. He simply stared at Lilith with resentment in his eyes.

The surrounding environment suddenly distorted.

The sulfurous smell of hell seemed to still cling to the folds of the soul, while the fragrance of grass and soil in the real world, mixed with the blood of corpses, seeped into the heart and soul.

The slight dizziness caused by the spatial shift quickly disappeared, and Wu Heng had fully recovered from the aftermath of the summoning ritual.

He stood in the center of the summoning circle hastily set up by Dean and Sam, the rune lines beneath him still retaining a faint warmth of energy.

"Clean up the altar first, then leave this place." Without any further pleasantries, and without even glancing at the Winchester brothers beside him who were visibly relieved but hesitant to speak, Wu Heng spoke directly.

The three quickly left, and the black antelope headed towards their temporary shelter.

Wu Heng closed his eyes in the car. The trip to hell had achieved its purpose, but so had the price.

Although the black prism had been exhausted, the madness that had escaped when it communicated with the abyss, as well as the wisp of abyssal energy that he had actively absorbed, were like extremely fine black threads, wrapped around his body.

Furthermore, there was a foul and malevolent aura unique to hell, like an invisible virus, clinging to the periphery of his consciousness. If left untreated, it would continue to erode his body.

It will be like a lighthouse in the night, providing clear coordinates for the pursuers in hell.

After returning to the apartment.

"This body needs some sorting out, it'll probably take half a day. We'll talk about it later," Wu Heng said, glancing at Dean and Sam.

After the two nodded, he returned to his room.

With a slight thought, the puppet evil spirit silently transformed into a shadow, merging into the shadow beneath his feet, and entered a semi-activated state of alert.

At the same time, Wu Heng made a strange hand gesture in front of his chest. The power flowing from his fingertips was not evil spirit power, but a more concentrated dark energy.

This is an extreme power generated by the fusion of the puppet evil spirit and the skinner's power.

It has the effect of one plus one being greater than two.

This energy, like flowing water, washes over the entire body, meticulously cleansing every vein and every joint of flesh and blood.

When those attached hellish auras came into contact with this primordial power, they were like ice and snow meeting the sun, emitting a faint hissing sound that only Wu Heng could perceive, as they were gradually peeled away and dissolved.

The filth and malevolent energy within his flesh and blood were forcibly expelled from his body, forming a barely visible, pale black mist around him.

The black mist was refined by the instruments that transformed from the tentacles that extended from the ground in front of it.

He then inhaled deeply, like a whale sucking in water, completely swallowing and compressing it, ultimately sealing and suppressing it within a specific energy node in his body, to be studied or utilized later. The entire process, within his achievable power level, lasted nearly two hours.

The reason it took so long is because the power from the abyss is even more difficult to deal with.

The apartment was quiet, with only the occasional noise of the city coming from outside the window.

When Wu Heng opened his eyes again, the last trace of hellish chaos in his eyes had faded, and he had returned to his usual calm. The unsettling oppressive aura around him had also dissipated considerably.

As for Sam and Dean, they did not give up because they were eager to save their father. After confirming that Wu Heng needed a brief period of stillness and did not need protection, they continued their efforts.

The two decided not to waste any time and, based on a vague clue they had found earlier, continued to go out to find a possible solution to John's problem.

Do not give up any hope.

Their target was an abandoned factory area on the outskirts of the city, where there had been recent unusual deaths and whispered rumors, consistent with demonic activity.

Just as they cautiously infiltrated, trying to track down a lingering trace of demonic energy, a figure appeared out of the shadows in front of them without warning.

The man was wearing a slightly worn brown trench coat, his posture was somewhat stiff, his hair was messy, and his eyes... were a very peculiar gaze, possessing both childlike purity and curiosity, and an inhuman, almost indifferent sense of observation.

“Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester.” The man’s voice was deep and flat, without any intonation, and his tone was stiff, as if he hadn’t spoken in a long time. “I am Castio, and I am here to help you.”

The two brothers instantly became alert, their fingers pressing on their weapons. Demons are capable of all sorts of tricks, and disguising themselves as helpers is a common tactic.

"Help us?"

"How can I help? Who sent you?" Dean demanded sharply, Colt slightly raising the muzzle of his gun.

Castio seemed unconcerned about the gun pointed at him. His gaze swept over the two brothers, and he said with an assessing tone, "You have an important mission to carry out. Time is running out. Heaven can help with the soul damage to your father, John Winchester."

“Heaven?” Sam frowned. The word sounded incredibly unreal coming from the strange man before him. “You say you can save our father?”

“Yes, the twisted consciousness and soul of Hell have the potential for repair.” Castio’s answer remained concise, his enthusiasm devoid of any guarantees, as if he were simply stating a given fact.

Despite their many doubts, the possibility of 'solving their father's problem' was too tempting for the two brothers.

They exchanged a glance and decided to let the strange man who called himself Castio follow them for the time being, but their vigilance was at its highest.

However, subsequent contact deepened their suspicions.

During Dean and Sam's probing and communication with Castio, he behaved like a newborn baby regarding many basic common sense about human society.

He would look confused when he saw a vending machine on the street, had no reaction to Dean's casual pop culture references, and even needed Sam to explain the concept of 'fast food'.

His ignorance didn't seem like a pretense; it was more like a limitation of his knowledge.

This strong sense of unease made Dean and Sam decide that they couldn't just wait passively.

Their pursuit of the demonic aura ultimately led to a low-ranking demon hiding in the library's basement, preparing to perform an evil sacrifice. (End of Chapter)