These tentacles did not flail about randomly. Instead, they traced trajectories through the air that seemed to follow some law of death, like four self-targeting brooms of destruction.
Crackle—!
A dense barrage of explosions, enough to make one's scalp crawl, instantly echoed across the sky.
The black-mist demons diving from above, once struck or brushed by the massive tentacles—or even merely drawing within a certain range—were like snowflakes thrown into a steel furnace. They disintegrated instantly before they could even scream, becoming black sparks scattered across the sky before vanishing completely.
Every sweep of the tentacles cleared a vast vacuum through the demonic black mist.
At the same time, on the ground, a tiny, short-lived hole flickering with hellfire appeared at every location where a demon was destroyed. They were spatial ripples left behind by the forcibly banished demons, making the ground look like a sieve that was constantly leaking!
A bizarre spectacle of destruction and purification unfolded simultaneously in the sky and on the ground.
"Damn it!"
Watching the legion it had summoned being slaughtered and banished with such efficiency, Azazel let out an enraged growl. It looked toward the spider fortress shielding the Winchester Brothers, its eyes filled with violence as Evil Spirit power surged from within and spread over the fortress.
The wreckage of the Impala at the heart of the spider fortress let out a groan of unbearable strain.
Then the steel was utterly torn apart, compressed, and reshaped. The terrifying existence that had been hidden beneath it—the Evil Spirit Puppet Guard—finally broke free of the car's restraints and fully revealed its true form!
It was an image difficult to describe precisely with words.
A giant-like entity composed of countless twisted tentacles, grotesque metal, and writhing flesh.
It retained a humanoid form, with tentacles of varying