They chose to put the bigger picture first.
Wu Heng took it all in, his expression remaining impassive. The brothers' inner struggle had nothing to do with him. In truth, what he was doing was not much different from how the angels had previously used ordinary people's lives as bait.
That was also why the two of them found it so unbelievable.
"Forget it. That priest wasn't a good person either," Wu Heng said calmly after noticing their expressions. Perhaps it was an explanation for the brothers' innocent hearts, though he himself did not care.
Deep within the factory, white light and dark energy collided madly, producing a shrill tearing sound.
It erupted in an instant. Every thrust of the spear of light in its hand pierced through a White-Eyed Demon's body, reducing it to sparks and ashes.
The three demons who had initially presided over the sacrifice were purified first amid despairing howls, dying completely.
But there were simply too many demons.
Like sharks scenting blood, they surged forward one after another. The mortal shell possessed by the angel became its greatest weakness. Claws tore open flesh, dark energy corroded bone and sinew, and this cultist's body became horribly mangled at a visible rate.
Its skin blackened and peeled away, revealing holy light writhing amid the flesh. One arm hung twisted at an unnatural angle, clearly broken.
Every blasphemous injury inflicted upon the body caused the Angel of Judgment's fury to multiply geometrically.
This desecration enraged it even more than the injuries themselves. Its consciousness, formed from pure energy, could not tolerate such defilement.
The reason in its white eyes was being replaced by obstinate madness.
It was no longer satisfied with merely eliminating demons. The cold fury in its gaze also locked onto Wu Heng and the Winchester