However, just as Wu Heng was about to casually strangle the three witches, a sudden change occurred.
The witch in the middle, who appeared to be the oldest, made a strained creaking sound as the tentacles binding her began to give way.
She suddenly raised her head, revealing pupils that had turned completely, purely black.
A chill carrying the stench of sulfur erupted from her shriveled body, far surpassing that of an ordinary demon.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a rough guest."
A deep, teasing male voice came from the witch's mouth, completely unlike her original voice.
She—or rather, it—gave a light struggle, snapping several of the tentacles capable of restraining demons.
It leisurely adjusted a nonexistent collar and looked at Wu Heng as though appraising a novel toy. "Not a bad pet. Too bad it chose the wrong master."
"You're the little bug that killed Azazel and wiped out quite a few of my subordinates?"
At that moment, Dean and Sam rushed up from the basement, dragging Ruby behind them. Traces of restraints still marked her body.
The instant Ruby saw the "witch" in the middle, her face went deathly pale. She shrieked, "Watch out! It's the new leader who replaced Azazel—a Prince of Hell!"
Before she could finish, the demon silenced her with a glance, as though her introduction were merely an irritating interruption.
"A prince?" Wu Heng finally spoke, his tone openly mocking. "Is Hell so short on people that it needs a pervert like you, possessing an old hag, to keep up appearances?"
The mocking smile on the witch's face vanished instantly, replaced by icy fury. "Sharp-tongued little bug. You will pay for your ignorance!"
"Do it." Dean and Sam exchanged a look and raised their guns almost simultaneously.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yet the bullets slowed sharply