"So you see, Sam, you made the wrong choice. You should have been the finest among these people." The man's deep voice carried a trace of regret, yet it was also laced with mockery.
At that moment, his attention was drawn to the Steel Spider Car charging toward him from behind in that bizarre posture.
He turned around, revealing a face that looked ordinary yet was etched into the Winchester Brothers' memories, along with those pure yellow vertical pupils like a serpent's.
It was Azazel!
His gaze swept with interest over the monster vehicle that defied all common sense, as well as the pale-faced Dean inside and the unruffled Wu Heng in the driver's seat. A meaningful, chilling curve slowly formed at the corner of his mouth.
"Oh?"
"Looks like we have guests. But this is a private event. Barging in like this is rather rude."
Neither Dean nor Sam paid any attention to Azazel's words. Their gazes were like blades, nailed firmly onto him, practically spitting fire.
Their father, John Winchester, had only just escaped danger before falling into demonic hands again. This completely ignited the hatred they had suppressed for years.
"Azazel!" Dean's voice was hoarse with utter fury. "Our father, John Winchester—where did you take him?"
Azazel leisurely adjusted the collar of his trench coat, his face full of mockery.
He slowly raised a hand, his withered finger pointing toward the open stone door in the distance, which still spewed black mist and demons while radiating an endless aura of evil.
"Your father?" He raised a brow in feigned surprise, his yellow vertical pupils filled with malice. "Oh, you mean that stubborn demon hunter. Him? He missed his dearly departed wife so much that I merely kindly sent him to reunite with her."
His finger lightly tapped