Wu Heng stood quietly where he was, his gaze resting on the demon being dragged toward the dungeon by the Reaper Butler, yet his eyes showed little emotion.
The power of a single demon was no more than dust to him. What truly interested him was the unique "distortion" attribute this demon displayed, one so unlike that of ordinary demons.
More than ninety-nine percent of demons drew their power from the negative emotions of living beings—fear, lust, rage, greed, and other dark traits. No matter how they changed, they never strayed beyond the seven emotions and six desires.
There were exceptions, however: demons whose primary attributes were flame, strength, spirit, and the like. The "distortion" demon captured before him belonged to a branch involving space.
Wu Heng knew the power structure of this world very well.
Heaven and Hell truly existed, as did God.
Heaven hung high above, its angelic legions real and filled with all manner of archangels; Hell lay buried deep below, occupied by countless demon lords.
Yet no matter how holy an angel's wings or how fearsome a demon's horns, their origins could all be traced back to the same "Father God." They were all God's children.
To Wu Heng, this so-called "God" behaved like a terrible third-rate screenwriter. He could not even handle his own children fighting, yet he had turned the entire human world into a battlefield for them to contend over.
Humanity was merely the backdrop on the stage of this supernatural family farce, an anthill beneath the carpet.
No one cared. Their lives and deaths were left to fate.
Dean and Sam Winchester were the anomalies that had struggled their way out of that anthill. They were warriors truly fighting for the fate of the "ants."
Wu Heng appreciated that tenacity, but he