Rufus and the other two young demon hunters stood back-to-back against the surging, irrational townspeople. The weapons in their hands seemed powerless.
Hitting too lightly could not stop them, yet they dared not hit too hard for fear of killing them.
The moment they knocked one person down, even more rushed forward.
They could not strike to kill, nor could they inflict serious injuries. This restrained kind of battle left them utterly frustrated. Before long, everyone was wounded, and their stamina was rapidly draining away.
A fat man howled as he lifted a decorative stone bollard from the roadside and staggered toward the human wall with it.
Dean and Sam had to work together just to barely block it, their arms going numb from the impact.
The battle was collapsing.
Sam and Dean had not been defeated by demons, yet a group of ordinary people was forcing them back step by step.
Because they were good people!
Every block took enormous effort, while the frenzied crowd seemed endless.
Seeing twisted hatred on those familiar yet unfamiliar faces, hearing the nonsensical accusations spilling from their mouths, a deep sense of helplessness gripped everyone.
Just as the defensive line was about to be overrun and "War" was on the verge of spreading beyond the town—
The sky suddenly darkened without warning.
Dark clouds gathered, like a massive black curtain instantly blotting out the daylight.
Then, raindrops as large as beans poured down as though God had overturned a basin of water. The icy rain instantly soaked everyone through, and the townspeople charging madly forward abruptly froze, as if someone had pressed pause.
Within the curtain of rain, a figure gradually solidified and silently appeared beside the six of them. It was Wu Heng.
He did not look at Dean and the others.