"You... broke your promise!" Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, the red-haired she-demon's face instantly turned deathly pale as she shrieked.
Before her words had even faded, a terrifying tentacle gleaming with cold metallic light shot out from the shadow beneath Wu Heng's feet, breaking through the obstruction of the exorcism circle. Like a giant python striking at prey, it coiled around her body.
She did not even have time to struggle before the immense force completely engulfed and compressed her. With a brief, nearly inaudible whimper, she was dragged into the shadows and vanished.
Only a few wisps of faint black smoke remained, not yet fully dispersed, along with a barely detectable scorched sulfur smell in the air.
The exorcism circle had become a messy pile of salt.
"Continue." Wu Heng's voice remained calm, as though he had merely tossed out a bag of garbage.
Suppressing their complicated emotions, the Winchester Brothers began preparing the summoning ritual again. This time, they tried another summoning incantation with weaker targeting.
This time, a male demon appeared, hunched over in ragged clothes, coughing incessantly like a sickly drunkard.
It exuded a filthy aura that made one mentally uncomfortable. It was a low-ranking type of demon skilled in mental corruption.
After another round of threats and coercion—or rather, threats without any inducement—the answer was still that it knew nothing about John Winchester or the white-eyed demon.
In the end, it met the same fate as the red-haired female demon.
The brothers refused to give up. Gritting their teeth, they repeated the summoning once more.
A third time. A fourth time.
They even successfully summoned another male crossroads demon with a different appearance.
Crossroads demons were a species, with demon kings among them. They were not a single individual demon.
But the answer they