Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

These creatures were surprisingly orderly, spreading out in a fan shape, blocking both the forward and backward routes.

"There's one on the left too!" Sam shouted, and his shotgun roared into action.

A salt bomb struck a charging hellhound, which howled as it fell to the ground, but more surged up from behind.

And things got even worse.

At the top of the passage, several rocks crumbled off, and after landing, they unfolded, revealing themselves to be lava demons.

They stand nearly three meters tall, their bodies made of constantly flowing, scorching lava, leaving charred footprints on the ground with every step they take.

One of them opened its giant lava maw and spewed out a pillar of fire half a meter in diameter.

"Scatter!" Dean dove to the side and rolled, the pillar of fire grazing his back, the scorching heat almost setting his coat ablaze.

The two team members behind him couldn't dodge and were engulfed by flames, their screams echoing through the tunnel.

The Witcher carrying the container quickly extinguished the fire. Even though the two team members were rescued in time, they were severely burned and lost their ability to move.

Their eyeballs had melted, their skin had disappeared, and they reeked of burnt flesh.

What kept them going was the extraordinary power brought about by the enhanced 'plague potion' injected into their bodies.

"Damn it." Dean's eyes turned red, but he had no time to be angry because three more powerful auras descended.

Three figures appeared from the void ahead of the passage.

On the left is a giant clad in lava armor, with curved horns on his head, the fire demon Graca, who holds a burning bone axe in his hand.

On the right was a slender figure almost blending into the shadows, with only a pair of scarlet eyes shining in the darkness—the shadow demon, Nex.

He had no weapons, but the light around him was collapsing towards him.

The one in the middle is the most bizarre. He wears a robe similar to that of a medieval scholar and holds a constantly spinning dark red energy ball in each hand. He is the Gravity Demon Morton.

The ground beneath its feet had sunk into a bowl shape.

Behind him, a middle-aged man in a suit smiled slightly: "Dean, Sam, it's nice to see you again."

"I'm sorry we're enemies again. Lucifer, promise me that as long as I destroy this gate of yours, my past sins will be wiped clean."

The speaker was Crowley, the Demon King of the Crossroads.

He waved to the three demons beside him and then vanished from the spot.

The demon Nex's figure suddenly vanished, and the next second he appeared behind a demon hunter. Before the team member could even react, a claw made entirely of shadow pierced his chest, and blood spurted out.

"Damn it!" Dean charged forward, brandishing his knife.

The new hunting knife clashed with Nex's Shadow Claw, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound. The angel feather powder and abyssal cold iron on the blade took effect, actually cutting a notch in the Shadow Claw. Nex took a half step back in surprise.

“An interesting toy.” Gracka stepped forward, his bone axe slashing down with waves of lava heat. Dean raised his knife to block it, but the immense force caused his hand to split open, and he was slammed to one knee.

"Sam."

“Here it comes.” Sam ripped a fist-sized metal disc from his tactical vest and slammed it to the ground.

Grayish-white balance runes lit up the surface of the disc, and a hemispherical force field instantly unfolded, enveloping the entire team.

Graca's second axe strike hit the force field, causing it to vibrate violently, but it did not break.

"A portable balancing barrier." Sam gritted his teeth, maintaining energy output, veins bulging on his forehead. "...But it can only last three minutes. Communications are disrupted, and reinforcements might not know we've been ambushed." Inside the passage, the hellhounds and lava demons began their assault on the barrier.

Ripples constantly spread across the surface of the balancing force field, each attack depleting Sam's stamina and the barrier's energy reserves.

Inside the barrier, the groans of the wounded and suppressed gasps mingled together. The five-hundred-man elite squad suffered heavy losses in the first ambush by the demon army.

Dean wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the three top-tier demons outside the barrier, and then at the team members behind him who were still able to fight.

“Listen,” he said in a hoarse but clear voice, “once the barrier breaks, I’ll hold off those three big guys while everyone else breaks through.”

“Don’t talk big, Dean.” A young witcher with a blood-covered face grinned, one of his arms twisted unnaturally. “Once you join the Sharp Knife Squad, you never expect to come back alive.”

"Yeah, fuck him!"

Dean looked at those faces, took a deep breath, and gripped his hunting knife tightly.

three minutes.

They need to hold out for three minutes.

Meanwhile, the Witcher's logistics department.

Wu Heng led Ryan through the warehouse filled with materials and arrived at the core control room of the field.

The room was filled with shimmering crystals and pipes flowing with energy, with a floating sphere of light composed of countless runes in the center—the 'brain' of the field.

“We need to expand the visibility range from 5 centimeters to 2.8 meters above the ground to 5 centimeters above the ground and 500 meters above the ground.” Wu Heng pulled up the design drawings. “I have provided holy silver for the energy-conducting patterns, hellish cold iron for the base, and 37 other auxiliary materials.”

Ryan quickly glanced at the blueprints, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper: "The design is fine, but the energy supply is insufficient. To make the identification force field cover such a large vertical space, the required high-level energy source is at least three times that of the current one. What are you using to power it?"

"The energy escaping from the Gates of Hell, plus an array of 108 standard energy crystals."

“That’s not enough,” Ryan shook his head. “Unless…”

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Heng had already taken out something.

Balance crystal shards.

The size of a walnut, its interior seems to contain swirling nebulae, radiating a unique energy.

Ryan gasped: "You're using this as your power core?! This is a fragment of the source of the Antichrist's power. Its energy level is indeed high, but it's too unstable. If you're not careful, it could trigger a backlash in the field's energy."

“So it needs you, an eight-hundred-year-old wizard, to control it.” Wu Heng placed the fragment on the core control panel. “I will use the balancing glove to help stabilize it. Let’s begin. We don’t have time to argue.”

Ryan gritted his teeth and began to form hand seals.

Ancient incantations were chanted from his mouth, and the energy flow in the control room began to operate along a new path.

The holy silver patterns glowed with a milky white light, while the hellish cold iron emitted a dark red luster. Under Ryan's guidance, the two began to intertwine and merge.

Wu Heng stood to the side, his right glove glowing with a grayish-white balancing force, like an invisible hand gently 'supporting' the violent energy flows, ensuring they did not get out of control.

When the progress reached 70%, a problem arose.

The energy released the moment the balancing crystal fragment was activated far exceeded expectations.

Despite Wu Heng's best efforts to suppress it, a small energy fluctuation still spread out like ripples on water, penetrating the command center's shielding layer and leaving a brief but clear flash on the energy monitoring network in the real world.

"Damn it!" Ryan's face paled. "The fluctuations just now were enough for any high-ranking being monitoring this area to pinpoint the exact location of the command post." (End of Chapter)