Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

He lost his connection to heaven and his ability to levitate.

Like a bird with broken wings, he plummeted from the sky, crashing onto the scorched ground in front of the manor gate with a heavy thud.

He struggled to get up, his face filled with disbelief, humiliation, and fear.

He's an archangel!

Wu Heng slowly stepped forward, and the shadow tentacles, like a pack of loyal hounds, swarmed forward and firmly entangled Gallia, who was trying to resist.

The tentacles, like a pack of dog mouths, were tearing at Gallia's body, causing destruction, with deep stripping and compression interspersed throughout.

A shrill scream, belonging to a high-level spirit, rang out briefly before abruptly ceasing.

A moment later, the tentacles dispersed, leaving behind only a ball of light about the size of a fist, constantly flickering and struggling, composed of pure light energy and soul.

This is the core essence of Archangel Gallia's soul after most of his external power was stripped away.

Wu Heng casually took out a seemingly ordinary thick-walled glass bottle, the surface of which was covered with fine sealing runes.

A tiny, evil tentacle curled up the ball of light and stuffed it into the bottle.

The moment the bottle cap was closed, the struggle and light inside were immediately isolated and suppressed, becoming weak. The tentacles then rolled the bottle back into the puppet spirit's body and disappeared.

The entire process was calm and efficient.

Kyle, who had been staying inside the manor and was drawn to the commotion outside, witnessed the whole thing.

He had originally thought he might be able to help in some way.

But unexpectedly, everything was over in the blink of an eye.

He watched as this mysterious patriarch, treating a high and mighty archangel as if he were a trivial experimental subject, casually kneaded and sealed him away, and his heart was filled with shock.

The power of this patriarch, each time it was displayed, far exceeded his previous imagination.

But at the same time, Kyle suddenly felt a strange change coming from within his body.

The demonic blood within him, originating from his childhood, seemed to have been plunged into a red-hot iron, beginning to boil and surge violently.

A strange sense of demonic power filled his limbs and bones, and his mental power, or rather his supernatural ability, was rapidly increasing.

During his relatively peaceful days at the manor, he no longer had to live in constant fear of survival and domestic violence.

With ample food and a safe environment, coupled with the special potions that Wu Heng occasionally gave him to stabilize and guide the demon blood, his control over his own power has improved by several levels.

He felt that his current strength might be no less than that of Sam Winchester, who had a special bloodline.

However, along with the surge in power came a strange and uncontrollable craving—a thirst for blood.

This desire is not the vampire's craving for the blood of ordinary people; what he craves is the blood of demons!
The boiling demonic blood within him screamed, urging him to hunt, to tear apart, and to drink deeply of the demonic blood of his own kind.

Kyle suppressed his inner turmoil and, without hiding anything, quickly went to Wu Heng's side, who had just finished dealing with the angel. He lowered his head slightly, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly:

"Master, my body is changing. My strength is increasing, but I've inexplicably begun to crave demon blood. This craving is very strong, and I'm worried."

Wu Heng seemed to have anticipated this, his gaze calmly sweeping over the surging dark energy within Kyle's body, and he spoke:

"With the apocalypse beginning, the aura of hell is flooding into reality, stimulating the dormant blood within you. This is a normal phenomenon, but it also comes with the risk of turning you into a madman."

He pointed in the direction of the manor's main building: "Go find the Death Butler and get the potion from cabinet number 32. It can temporarily suppress your thirst and further purify your bloodline." He paused, then added: "Also, go to the storeroom and get a portable fel energy purification device. The number of demons in the real world will increase dramatically in the near future."

"You can take on more demon-hunting missions on the guild website, use the equipment to purify the collected demon blood, and then process and use it yourself according to the recipe I gave you. Use the blood of your enemies to temper your own strength so that you can survive in the next battle."

As one of the early chosen ones by the Yellow-Eyed Demon, Kyle, now that he is still alive, cannot escape the Apocalypse War or Lucifer's attention.

Even if he was once just a backup pawn.

After saying that, Wu Heng stopped talking and tossed the keys to the Black Antelope's car to Kyle: "The rats at the manor gate have been cleared out. You can use this car."

Kyle took the key and nodded solemnly: "Yes, patriarch, I will handle it."

Wu Heng looked up at the sky and saw that an irregularly shaped dark cloud with shimmering edges had gathered above the manor.

Below the dark clouds, space began to distort, and the ground trembled slightly.

"Crunch—crunch—"

A tooth-grinding sound, like the rubbing of old wood, rang out.

A dilapidated mast, covered with tattered canvas, slowly emerged from the open space in front of the manor, as if it were growing out of thin air.

Next came the bow, which emerged from the ground tilted, like the horns of a giant beast thrusting into the earth.

The soil churned, accompanied by the ethereal sound of rushing water from underground, and the ghost ship that once carried Wu Heng once again revealed its eerie hull.

Wu Heng's figure blurred and disappeared in place, and the next moment, he appeared on the bow of the ship, which was covered with the marks of time.

The ghost ship began to move slowly forward.

The ship gradually became translucent, eventually fading completely into nothingness, as if it had merged into the air itself, disappearing without a trace, leaving only a mess of churning mud and a faint, salty sea breeze.

Half an hour later.

In a secluded and dilapidated motel room, far from the seal.

Dean and Sam slumped on the old sofa, their faces etched with exhaustion and dejection.

The air was thick with the smell of cheap beer and failure. Bobby, the witcher with a full beard, leaned against the wall, silently wiping his shotgun, his eyes equally heavy.

The despair of the opening of the Apocalypse Seal weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Just then, the light in the room seemed to dim for a moment, and the temperature inexplicably dropped a few degrees. A figure emerged from the shadows and appeared silently in the center of the room.

It is Wu Heng.

His arrival seemed to inject a glimmer of hope into this room filled with despair.

Dean and Sam looked up almost simultaneously, a faint spark rekindling in their dim eyes. In this near-desperate moment, Wu Heng's existence itself represented an unconventional possibility and hope.

This was the confidence that Wu Heng had instilled in the two brothers during their previous operations.

“Lore.” Sam opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.

Wu Heng's gaze swept over the three men, finally settling on Sam. He cut to the chase, his voice still calm: "The opening of the seal only means the stage is set and the actors can take the stage, but how the play will unfold and how it will end are still unknown." (End of Chapter)