In barely a dozen seconds, the street fell silent again. Only a few lonely streetlamps and the continuous sounds of battle from the distant factory proved that what had just happened was no illusion.
"Damn, a brainwashing aura?" Dean curled his lip. "These birdmen are useless at everything else, but they sure know how to clean up their own mess."
"It's memory interference and mental guidance," Wu Heng corrected.
Sam's brow remained tightly furrowed. "Looks like they don't want ordinary people learning the truth about the supernatural world. After all, faith needs mystery, not conclusive proof."
Wu Heng offered no comment. He merely watched in silence.
Such methods were consistent with that faction's usual way of doing things.
Watching the energy fluctuations continuously erupt, Dean wisely chose not to get any closer.
Without waiting for further instructions from Wu Heng, he slowed the car even more. Only after reaching a relatively concealed corner roughly three hundred meters from the glass factory did he bring the car to a complete stop and kill the engine.
The three of them tacitly agreed not to get out. They simply watched through the windows as a great battle unfolded within the factory grounds, shrouded by a barrier.
At that moment, Sam seemed to recall a crucial question. He turned toward Wu Heng in the backseat, his tone seeking confirmation. "Lohr, if—just if—a demon somehow breaks through the fight inside and escapes, with your abilities, you can stop them, right? You won't let them get into the residential area?"
He was worried about the safety of the ordinary residents nearby. Though he trusted Wu Heng's strength, he needed reassurance.
Wu Heng nodded impassively, his gaze never leaving the distant battlefield. He simply gave a quiet "Mm."
That single word was enough to ease Sam's taut