Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

His words echoed in the barn, carrying an undeniable determination, yet leaving behind an even greater mystery.

Dean reached out and patted Sam on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

Sam remained heavy-hearted. What exactly was Lor plotting? Why allow the Plague Knight to 'work' for a whole week? There seemed to be something deeper hidden behind this operation against the Apocalypse Knight.

Everyone present found Wu Heng's actions equally strange.

However, Sarah, Jack, and the others simply followed the tasks given to them by Wu Heng, trusting that Wu Heng would make his own decisions, and they would just listen to whatever the chairman said.

Anyway, that's all their ability can do. The Witcher's current achievements are all thanks to the Guild Master. If even the Guild Master has problems, then this world is doomed, and we'll all just perish together!

At least that's what both of those witcher teams thought.

Sam and Dean, on the other hand, were deeply affected.

This doesn't mean they distrust Wu Heng less, but rather that the responsibilities they bear are already enormous—one as the vessel of Michael, and the other as the vessel of Lucifer.

The will of these two individuals almost determined the future of the world.

They also knew that they had a great responsibility.

Under such pressure, an ordinary person would probably have collapsed or given up long ago.

Because the difference in strength between the two sides is simply too great.

But they persevered despite being mere mortals, never giving up. In this process of perseverance, only Wu Heng was able to stand shoulder to shoulder with them and offer them assistance.

There's simply too little room for other witchers to participate.

That's why they value this matter so much, have the right to find out the truth about it, and care a lot about Wu Heng's stance.

This is due to their sense of responsibility.

The barn was filled with the smell of dust and hay, but no one paid any attention to the odors.

All eyes were focused on Wu Heng. Dim light filtered through the cracks in the wooden planks, outlining the complex expressions on everyone's faces.

Wu Heng ignored the dust on the ground, casually sat on an overturned wooden barrel, and gestured for the various people with different expressions to 'sit down'.

Dean, Sam, Bobby, Castio, as well as Sarah, Jack, and the core members of his Witcher squad, all silently found places to sit or stand against the wall, their eyes fixed on Wu Heng.

Wu Heng took out a bottle of drinking water from the supplies prepared by Sarah's team, unscrewed it, and slowly took a sip. His calm demeanor was completely out of place with the tense atmosphere.

He put down his water bottle, his gaze calmly sweeping over every face present, and slowly began to speak, his voice exceptionally clear in the silent barn:
"Putting aside the Plague Knights in our current situation, what do you think of the Demon Hunter Guild's overall condition at this point in its development?"

The problem was somewhat unexpected.

Quick-draw Jack reacted the fastest. He took off his somewhat old cowboy top hat, carefully placed it on the wooden crate beside him, cleared his throat, and spoke with an obvious hint of pride:

"Guild leader, under your leadership, the guild has grown from nothing, and the brothers are no longer lone wolves."

"Now we have intelligence sharing, logistical support, and those magical potions and exorcism potions. We are fully capable of confronting lone demons or even small groups of evil spirits head-on!"

"Overall, the development trend can be described as booming, and in a short period of time it has surpassed the development of the previous decades or even hundreds of years."

The medium Sarah nodded gently beside him. She always seemed to be surrounded by faint whispers, but at this moment her eyes were clear, and she agreed with Jack's words.

The other witchers nodded in agreement, including Dean and Sam. It was true; the guild's existence had indeed changed the witchers' previously precarious and miserable situation.

Wu Heng showed no sign of smugness. He then posed his second question, his tone remaining calm:

"So, compared to the demon army of Hell and the angel legion of Heaven, where do we stand?"

The atmosphere inside the barn froze instantly.

The nascent sense of pride was extinguished as if doused with cold water, and everyone fell silent.

Jack's smile froze, the unspoken whispers around Sarah seemed to grow restless, Dean pursed his lips, and Sam's brows furrowed deeply.

Without waiting for a reply, Wu Heng continued to press forward, his voice not loud, but every word struck a chord in everyone's hearts:
"Let's do a worst-case scenario."

"If one day, Heaven and Hell temporarily set aside their conflict, or if, due to some unforeseen event that we cannot bear, one side, such as Hell, launches a full-scale attack, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of mid- to high-ranking demons will flood into the human world like a tidal wave."

"How long can the Demon Hunter Guild hold out then?"

No one answered.

Only heavy breathing echoed in the barn.

The answer is self-evident.

Those present were all seasoned demon hunters, but precisely because of this, they were all too aware of the terror of demons and had a deep understanding of Hell.

That is not a pale description in books, nor a distorted shadow in a blurry video; only those who have experienced it firsthand can feel that tremor that comes from the instinct of life.

Only when faced with an immortal body, bizarre abilities, and pure malice can one truly understand the despair!

Whether it's one or two demons, hundreds, or even thousands, a guild might be able to handle or fight against them nowadays.

But if hell were to swarm out...
That would be a devastating flood!

The bravery of any individual and the existing organizational strength are like a paper dam in front of it, collapsing at the first breach.

"Sigh—!" Under Wu Heng's gaze, Jack let out a long sigh, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant. He shook his head dejectedly, his voice dry, "There is no hope. President, if that situation really happens, we have no hope of winning."

His words expressed the sentiments of everyone.

Even Sam, whose blood runs in the devil's veins, did not refute it, because it was a conclusion based on cruel reality and that could not be avoided.

People's experiences and understanding cannot deceive their own hearts.

Wu Heng's gaze slowly swept over Bobby, Sarah, Dean, and Sam, each face solemn and filled with resentment.

He then nodded slightly and said:

"It seems you all know very well that although the Witcher community appears to be developing, its overall strength is still too weak compared to our real enemies."

He stood up and slowly paced in front of the crowd.

"Even though I provided exorcism potions and enhancement potions, these things are produced in limited quantities and are very expensive. Most demon hunters still rely on their ordinary flesh and blood, courage and limited skills to fight against supernatural beings with their lives."

"Many people can't even afford a single, basic physique-enhancing potion." (End of Chapter)