Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The moment the last seal shattered, it seemed as if the entire world trembled.

This does not refer to the actual physical level.

Rather, it was a deeper, soul-chilling collapse of order, as if some invisible shackles had broken, and the gates to hell had been completely opened.

Lucifer, the morning star who once shone in Heaven, is now the lord of Hell.

The last obstacle to its arrival in the real world has been removed.

The powerful dark fluctuations swept across the globe like an invisible tide. Every being with spiritual perception, no matter where they were, could clearly feel that terrifying, chilling pressure that was above all living beings.

At this moment, Dean, Sam, and Castio stood at the edge of the final seal, gazing at the black and white pillar of light that connected heaven and earth, their bodies turning ice-cold.

All the previous efforts, sacrifices, and beliefs seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

Sam's face turned deathly pale. The serious injury he had inflicted on Lilith was the last straw that broke the camel's back, and deep guilt and helplessness almost consumed him.

In the hidden corners of the world, ancient deities that rely on local beliefs and the veins of mountains and rivers, or special life forms that live in harmony with nature and live in seclusion, are awakened from their slumber or meditation, and an indescribable fear rises in their hearts.

They could sense that a terrifying being, filled with a will to invade and destroy, had set its sights on this land.

At Castio's urging, the two quickly left the area.

After the eruption, a mixture of white light and black mist, completely dissipated.

In the yard of an ordinary American family home nearby, a man grieving the loss of his son and living in a daze is numbly mowing the lawn.

Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet collapsed without warning, revealing a bottomless pit that reeked of sulfur.

At the same time, he vaguely heard the familiar sound of a baby crying coming from the empty cradle in the room.

"John, my child!" The man was struck as if by lightning. He threw down the scissors and staggered back into the house.

Then the cradle was empty, covered with a thin layer of dust.

But the next second, a cold, violent, and hungry force, like a flood bursting its banks, surged from the collapsed pit and forced its way into his body.

The man's body convulsed violently, his eyes were instantly filled with darkness, and a twisted, inhuman smile appeared on his face.

Lucifer broke free of the cage that imprisoned it, easily found this host with a weak mental defense, and possessed him, temporarily borrowing his body.

Meanwhile, the standoff continues at the entrance to Morrick Manor.

The archangel named Gallia clearly sensed the surge of energy as the final seal was broken and Lucifer's will descended.

His arrogant expression became even more pronounced, a mocking smile playing at the corners of his lips. His gaze was fixed on Wu Heng as if he were looking at an ant attempting to shake a great tree.

"It seems that all your efforts in building your little guild have ultimately failed. The will of Heaven is unstoppable, and the struggles of ordinary people are nothing but a joke in the face of fate."

Wu Heng's expression remained unchanged, as if the dark fluctuations sweeping the globe were merely a gentle breeze brushing past his ear.

He shook his head slightly, his tone flat, as if stating a simple fact:

"Failure? No, you're mistaken. It's only just begun."

He looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through the manor's defensive field, gazing at the sky, which was now restless due to the apocalypse. "Just like you said before, this championship boxing match," Wu Heng's lips curled into a slight smile, but that smile contained confidence, "...has only just begun, hasn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Gallia laughed even more heartily, as if he had heard the funniest joke.

The voice was filled with disdain for humanity: "Hahaha, it's just the beginning!"

“But you need to understand, this competition has only ever had two qualifying spots: Heaven and Hell. As for you humans,” he said, his smile fading and his head shaking contemptuously, “you don’t even have the right to step onto the stage. You’re only fit to be spectators or trampled dust.”

His mission to delay Wu Heng and ensure the successful completion of the final seal has been accomplished.

With the pressure gone, he became even more certain that he had overestimated this arrogant human. In the end, he was just a slightly larger ant, and the higher-ups in Heaven who sent him had overreacted.

"Qualifications, quotas?" Wu Heng repeated softly, and then he moved.

There was no earth-shattering explosion of power, but the shadowy tentacles that had been thrashing wildly across the ground suddenly changed their frequency.

All the tentacles pointed at Gallia simultaneously, and an extremely complex and bizarre flow of energy burst forth from the tips of the tentacles.

This energy is not simply dark or evil.

It is a mixture of the sulfurous stench of hell, the madness of the abyss, the malevolent aura and obsessions left behind by countless demon hunters' battles, and the information flow and power of rules gathered when the guild website is in operation.

There are even a few fragments of fear and anticipation that come from ordinary people when facing supernatural events.

These forces, which were originally contradictory and even conflicting, are now intertwined and colluding under the forceful merging of a higher level of will, rapidly weaving in the air into a special array that is constantly rotating and flashing with bizarre and colorful lights.

The array patterns seem to be a microcosm of all the chaos, desires, struggles, and darkness in the world.

“Perhaps, I can get an admission ticket myself,” Wu Heng’s voice remained calm. “And that admission ticket is you.”

The array patterns took shape and were instantly imprinted on the white light surrounding Gallia.

"what?!"

Gallia's arrogance and mockery froze instantly, turning into utter horror.

He suddenly felt that his connection with the source of heaven was being forcibly isolated and blocked by a layer of greasy and tough viscous substance.

What terrified him even more was that the forces that constituted this blockade were not just evil.

It was filled with a large amount of special aura that he could not understand or identify.

It seemed to be a mixture of the wills of thousands of people, yet it was by no means a pure force of faith. It was chaotic, selfish, and full of contradictions, not controlled by any single deity or will. It was the sublimation of the dark side of pure 'human life'.

It's less a belief and more a 'filth' of opposing desires.

The 'evil' originating from the human world.

This special power seems to have an innate ability to corrupt and restrain the pure, exclusive holy power of heaven, and can even drive demons mad.

"No—!! Impossible! How could the filth of the mortal world be defiled!"

Gallia screamed in terror, trying to break free of the restraints using the angel's blood, but the radiance around him, eroded by the chaotic colored light, quickly dimmed and melted away, like metal splashed with strong acid. (End of Chapter)