Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

As the last bronze fragment evaporated into the air, the two silhouettes in the void simultaneously unleashed their final burst of power.

Pure white and pitch black mingled into a destructive gray torrent, breaking through the boundaries of the void and surging towards the real world.

This torrent is powerful enough to destroy a city.

Wu Heng took a step forward, raised his right hand to face the torrent, and the four-colored light wheel on the surface of the glove suddenly stopped rotating, and then exploded in the opposite direction.

The forces intertwined into a net ahead of the torrent, each node being a miniature sealing incantation, and each grid line a materialized form of energy.

The torrent crashed into the grid.

There was no earth-shattering collision sound, only a faint sizzling sound, like cold water dripping onto a red-hot iron plate.

The gray torrent was cut, decomposed, and transformed by the grid. The pure white parts were stained grayish-white, and the pitch-black parts were painted a ghastly green. Then, it was reassembled into two gentle energy streams behind the grid and injected into the body of the puppet evil spirit.

The evil spirit's body swelled slightly, and its tentacles writhed even more powerfully.

The two silhouettes in the void began to dim.

They were still struggling, but their movements became sluggish, like insects trapped in amber. The wings of light completely disintegrated, and the darkness solidified entirely.

Finally, the two outlines collapsed into two points of light, one pure white and one pitch black, which was their soul state.

The point of light floated in the void, flickering faintly.

Wu Heng extended his left hand, palm facing up.

The void began to shrink, like dough being kneaded by an invisible hand.

That chaotic space was forcibly compressed and folded, eventually becoming a gradually disappearing cage.

"The seal is complete," Wu Heng said softly.

The pressure in the room suddenly disappeared.

The distorted light returned to normal, the broken sounds resumed, the flow of time became uniform, and the viscous, blood-like air dissipated, replaced by the cold, damp atmosphere of an ordinary basement.

Only the room that had been closed, with even the door completely gone and replaced by a wall, remained.

The puppet evil spirit slowly writhed, its massive body beginning to sink.

The tentacles receded back to the ground like a receding tide, leaving only the two tentacles that had detached and bore the faces of Dean and Sam. Without the threat of those two, they no longer needed to wrap their souls with death energy as a form of protection.

Therefore, it can move freely in the form of a tentacle segment at this moment.

Wu Heng walked to the stone platform and placed his hand on the edge of the platform.

The stone platform began to descend, sinking into the ground along with the room on it. The ground rippled like water, then returned to flatness after swallowing the stone platform, leaving not even a crack.

After doing all this, Wu Heng turned to look at the two tentacle-like figures.

Two tentacles landed on the ground, bouncing slightly like two fish just out of the water. Dean and Sam's faces swayed on them, their expressions a little bewildered.

"We...succeeded?" Tentacle Dean spoke, his voice clearer than before. "We really sealed Lucifer and Michael away?"

Sam with tentacles looked at Wu Heng and said, "This really feels like a dream."

“This is not a dream.” Wu Heng led the two tentacles to another room, where two cylindrical culture chambers were placed side by side. The chambers were transparent and filled with a light green nutrient solution, each containing a human body.

Dean and Sam's bodies.

Or rather, their clones. The physical details are perfectly replicated: the scar on Dean's chin from a childhood fight, the mark on Sam's left wrist from a demon's scratch, even the muscle lines, skin color, and hair distribution are exactly the same.

The only difference is that these two bodies have no life on them, like two overly realistic wax figures.

"So this is our new shell?" Tentacle Dean jumped to the front of the incubation chamber, pressed himself against the glass and looked inside. "Tsk, it's pretty cool."

Tentacle Sam also jumped over and observed silently for a while: "The power in the body has indeed been reset to zero. I can't sense any angel or demonic aura. It's completely blank."

“I’ve said it before, the core of power lies in the soul.” Wu Heng opened the top cover of the two incubation chambers, and the mist of nutrient solution drifted out, carrying a faint smell of disinfectant. “Jump in, the tentacles will dissolve, and your souls will automatically merge into your bodies. The ritual was already pre-planned.”

Two tentacles hesitated at the edge of the culture chamber.

“What if,” Tentacle Dean suddenly spoke, “we wanted to switch places? I jumped into Sam’s body, and he jumped into mine?”

Wu Heng glanced at him: "Okay, but the matching of soul and body takes time to adapt. If you use Sam's body, you won't be able to control your strength precisely for at least three months, and you might even trip while walking."

“Then forget it.” Dean’s tentacle swayed. “I think this face of mine looks better, and” he glanced at the lower half of the body in the incubation chamber, “the size is also more suitable.”

"Dean!" Sam's tentacle made a helpless sound, "What time is it and you still care about this?"

“Hey, details matter.” Tentacle Dean said matter-of-factly, “Besides, I’m a little older than you anyway.”

"That's your illusion."

"Do you need me to find a ruler?"

"You two can go inside and argue," Wu Heng interrupted the childish debate. "Or do you want to remain two talking tentacles forever?"

The two tentacles fell silent.

They looked at each other, their faces, which were attached to the ends of their tentacles, creating a rather surreal scene. Then they leaped up at the same time and plunged into their respective incubation chambers.

The tentacles begin to dissolve the moment they come into contact with the nutrient solution.

A gray, viscous liquid spreads upwards from the end, enveloping and disintegrating the entire tentacle.

Dean and Sam's faces blurred and disappeared in the liquid, eventually merging completely into the gray substance.

The substance sinks to the bottom of the nutrient solution, and then spreads upwards along the soles of the body as if it were alive, crawling over the calves, thighs, and torso, and finally seeps into the body through the mouth, nose, and ear canals.

The body inside the culture chamber began to convulse.

First, her fingers bent slightly, then her eyelids trembled.

His chest began to rise and fall, slowly but rhythmically. Fine bubbles rose to the surface of the nutrient solution and were expelled from his pores.

Wu Heng stood by the cabin and observed.

A minute later, Dean's clone suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were initially empty and lifeless, like two glass beads.

But a few seconds later, his pupils began to focus, his irises returned to their original green, and a familiar, cynical look gradually appeared in his eyes.

He opened his mouth and spat out a few mouthfuls of nutrient solution, then coughed violently.

"Damn, this feels like being stuffed into a washing machine and rolled around ten times," the voice was Dean's, though it was still a bit hoarse.

Almost simultaneously, Sam's clone also opened its eyes.

His adaptation process was calmer; he simply moved his eyes slowly to observe his surroundings, then tried to move his fingers. Only after confirming he had regained control of his limbs did he speak: "My senses... are a little delayed; my vision and hearing are out of sync." (End of Chapter)