It could even cross obstacles directly, climbing slanted broken walls.
The demonic black mist rushing in from all directions was continuously smashed apart with precision by the dancing tentacles, turning into sparks and black ash that filled the air.
Some demons tried to possess the wild animals stirred up nearby. Stray dogs, ravens, even bears were used as vessels. In the real world, these demons needed flesh and blood as hosts—though bones or corpses would do as well.
In this place where ruins merged with forest, wild animals were naturally the best choice.
The possessed creatures underwent horrifying mutations in an instant. Their muscles swelled and tore apart, their bones twisted and burst through their skin. Howling, they lunged forward to block the way, only to be easily smashed and shredded by the violently lashing tentacles.
Dean was jolted around so badly inside the car that he felt as if his organs were about to shift out of place.
He gripped the handle tightly, his knuckles white from exertion. Fighting down a powerful urge to vomit, his face pale, he found this ten times more terrifying than any demon-hunting adventure or roller coaster he had ever experienced.
But he had no time to care about that. His eyes remained fixed on the black mist ahead, with only one thought in his mind: Sam, you have to hold on!
As Wu Heng controlled the puppet evil spirit in battle, the nearby demons seemed to grow anxious as well. Suddenly, they all moved aside to both flanks.
The churning gray mist ahead was forced apart by a domineering power. Accompanied by a low, distorted cry, the ground began to tremble faintly. Then a massive shadow tore through the dense fog, revealing its full form.
It was an elephant.
But not an ordinary