His words echoed through the barn, carrying an unquestionable resolve while leaving behind an even greater mystery.
Dean reached out and patted Sam on the shoulder, signaling for him to calm down as well.
Sam still felt weighed down inside. What exactly was Lohr planning? Why had he allowed the Pestilence Knight to "work" for an entire week? There seemed to be something deeper hidden behind this operation against the Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Everyone present also found Wu Heng's actions very strange.
However, Sarah, Jack, and the others merely followed the tasks Wu Heng assigned them. They believed Wu Heng had his own judgment. Whatever the president said, they would listen.
After all, their abilities were only so-so. Everything the Demon Hunter Guild had achieved today had been given to them by the president. If even the president had a problem, then this world was beyond saving. They might as well all be destroyed together!
At the very least, that was what both teams of demon hunters thought.
Sam and Dean, on the other hand, were deeply unsettled.
It was not that they trusted Wu Heng any less, but because the responsibilities they bore were already enormous. One was Michael's vessel, while the other was Lucifer's vessel.
The will of those two men nearly determined the future of the world.
They knew how heavy their responsibilities were.
Ordinary people would probably have broken down or given up under such pressure long ago.
The gap in strength between the two sides was simply too great.
Yet they had persisted all this time with mortal bodies, never once giving up. Throughout that struggle, Wu Heng had been the only one able to stand alongside them and offer them help.
The extent to which other demon hunters could participate was simply too