Having undergone enhanced training, they were still somewhat nervous when facing such pure spirits, but their movements remained nimble.
Attacks infused with their own power, enchanted weapons, and simple exorcism incantations quickly battered the ticket-selling evil spirit into howling dissolution. It became a stream of pure negative energy, collected in a specially made container.
Everyone held their "tickets."
The invisible barrier vanished.
The moment they stepped into the haunted house, it was as though they had crossed into another dimension.
The faint light and sounds of the town outside were completely cut off, replaced by absolute darkness, bone-piercing cold, and a heavy stench of rot.
Along both sides of the passage, horrifying scenes unfolded in succession:
A grinning clown suddenly sprang from the wall, brandishing a chainsaw; a witch shrouded in black gauze brewed a viscous, green-glowing liquid in the corner; an old man seated in a wheelchair with his back to the group suddenly twisted his neck one hundred and eighty degrees, revealing a rotten face; the shrill cries of a baby came from every direction; hanging skeletons rattled; scarecrows moved as if alive; countless evil spirits of all shapes and forms roamed about.
Mixed among them were the vengeful souls of dead prisoners, mutilated and shackled, surging forward like a tide.
Most importantly—they were not props. Every one of them was a real evil spirit!
"Maintain formation! Groups of two, cover each other!" Dean shouted as he continuously fired precise shots from his pistol loaded with bullets soaked in "Exorcism Water." Every shot made an evil spirit shriek as it was wounded.
Against these ordinary evil spirits, he was too reluctant to use enchanted bullets.
Sam relied more on the demonic power within him, creating invisible shockwaves that sent swathes of low-level evil spirits flying back or bound