Boom!
The target caved in deeply, and the evil spirit within was blasted straight out, dissolving into black smoke. But Sam felt his arm go numb and sore—a sign of power backlash.
"Switch to 'Balance' immediately!" Wu Heng shouted.
With a thought from Sam, gray-white light lit up in the center of the glove. A gentle force flowed through his arm, swiftly neutralizing and soothing the turbulent power of War and the backlash.
"Nice." Dean watched from the side with envy. "Let me try too!"
As the brothers took turns getting used to the glove, practicing switching between the different ring powers and basic fusion until they were drenched in sweat, the manor's outer warning system began to emit a low hum.
Internet Addiction sent an alert:
Multiple hostile units carrying strong supernatural energy signatures detected. They are rapidly approaching. Their energy signatures match those of the remaining supernatural organization of the Balance Church!
"It's those Balance-worshipping lunatics. They actually dared to come back—and they brought help!" Dean cursed, immediately grabbing his weapon.
It turned out that when they had purged the monastery earlier, several peripheral followers had managed to escape.
Through secret channels, they learned about the Antichrist of this apocalypse and tracked him here.
These people believed Wu Heng was the Antichrist their church had been seeking—their "new god."
Of course, the "new god" needed to undergo transformation and baptism by doctrine before shedding his human form.
Consumed by fanaticism and rage, they contacted the Ghost Shadow Society, a black-market supernatural organization that had previously traded weapons with the church and was notorious for its audacity and ruthless methods. Promising them a hefty reward and shared research results, they planned to launch a surprise attack while Dean and Sam were exhausted from training and the manor's