These demons, infected by the aura of the Abyss and driven mad, now wanted to replace Wu Heng and enter that backyard filled with sweet "flesh and blood"—the human world!
So they moved.
In an instant, the remaining three thousand-plus demons, whether they still retained their sanity or not, frantically lunged at Wu Heng under Lilith's command and the drive of their own madness.
"It was a fine trip, but it's time for it to end."
"Perhaps next time, I'll be the one to start this game." Wu Heng completely ignored the demons around him. Their interference was nothing to fear. He merely stared into Lilith's resentful eyes as he spoke.
The surrounding environment twisted.
Hell's sulfurous stench seemed to still cling to the folds of his soul, while the fragrance of grass and earth that filled the real world, mixed with the bloody smell of corpses, seeped into his lungs.
The slight dizziness brought on by the shift in space quickly faded, and Wu Heng fully awakened from the aftermath of the summoning ritual.
He stood at the center of the summoning circle Dean and Sam had hastily arranged, the runic lines beneath his feet still retaining a faint residual warmth of energy.
"Clear out the altar first. Then leave this place." Without any unnecessary pleasantries, without even glancing at the Winchester Brothers beside him—who had visibly relaxed yet seemed hesitant to speak—Wu Heng gave the order directly.
The three quickly departed, and the Black Antelope headed toward their temporary lodging.
In the car, Wu Heng closed his eyes. His journey to Hell had achieved its purpose, but there had been a price as well.
Though the black prism had been exhausted, the mad thoughts that had leaked out when it connected to the Abyss, along with the wisp