The Evil Spirit Puppet's sudden outbreak of efficient slaughter was completely different from the precision it had displayed when ambushing the angels before. Every movement brimmed with savage brutality.
Lilith's expression changed slightly at the sight.
She realized that she had still underestimated the Evil Spirit Puppet's frontal combat ability.
Those angels had been utterly weakened after fighting her, so she had assumed Wu Heng had succeeded through a sneak attack and would not be nearly as formidable in a direct confrontation.
But it seemed now that it had not all been trickery. The evil spirit's own power was terrifyingly strong.
As she watched the White-Eyed Demons she had painstakingly cultivated get harvested like wheat beneath those tentacles, seven demons were tightly ensnared by the Evil Spirit Puppet's tentacles within just a few breaths. Struggling desperately, they were dragged into the shadows, their fate clearly grim.
Meanwhile, Wu Heng remained firmly standing on the evil spirit's shoulder, coldly observing the battlefield as though tallying his spoils.
Lilith's gaze flickered as she weighed the pros and cons.
If she continued fighting, even if she could win, the angel souls she had just obtained might suffer some mishap. That was a loss she could not bear.
The mysterious man before her was powerful, and she had come unprepared today.
"Hmph! We'll meet again."
Lilith made her decision at once. Leaving behind those furious words, she unleashed dark energy that enveloped both herself and her remaining subordinates, tearing open a rift leading to Hell before vanishing from sight.
In the cold rain, only Wu Heng, the Evil Spirit Puppet, and the Winchester Brothers, who stood guarding John's body, remained amid the ruins.
The Reaper Butler stood silently in the shadows, holding John's faintly translucent soul in its hand, his eyes closed.
Wu Heng