Relying on their surprise assault, superior equipment, and seamless coordination, the demon hunters had briefly gained the upper hand, forcing the demons back step by step and compressing them toward the textile mill at the center of town.
But just as the scales of victory began to tip, a terrifying aura that made hearts tremble suddenly erupted from deep within the textile mill.
The ground shook, and the crumbling factory walls exploded with a thunderous blast.
A demon over four meters tall emerged with heavy steps. Its entire body was covered in dark red scales, its head resembled a twisted goat's, and it held an enormous iron pillar in its hands.
Every step it took left behind a burning footprint. Its mere presence made many demon hunters struggle to breathe, their movements growing distorted.
"Fall back! Form up!" David roared hoarsely, his eyes filled with grim focus.
Sam's demonic shockwave struck its body, but only left tiny cracks in its scales. Dean's angelic power was mostly neutralized by the black mist shield around it. Jack's bullets threw up sparks against its bone armor but could not penetrate it. Sarah's evil spirits were mostly scattered by a single roar from it!
This powerful demon was clearly the Flayer Cult's final guardian here.
"I'll hold it off in front and test it!" David stepped forward, meeting the iron pillar head-on with his battle axe.
With every collision, he was knocked backward, skidding across the ground and carving deep tracks with his feet.
The webbing between his thumb and forefinger split open, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Sam pushed his demonic power to its limit, forming a dark force field in an attempt to restrain its movements, while Dean moved around it and fired, searching for gaps in its