These creatures were actually well organized, spreading out in a fan formation to block both the way forward and the retreat route.
"They're on the left too!" Sam shouted, firing his shotgun.
The salt rounds struck a lunging hellhound. The monster howled and collapsed, but even more surged up from behind it.
And worse was yet to come.
Several rocks peeled away from the ceiling of the passage. When they hit the ground, they unfolded, revealing themselves to be lava demons.
They stood nearly three meters tall, their bodies made of constantly flowing, scorching magma. Every step they took left behind charred footprints.
One of them opened its enormous molten maw and blasted out a pillar of fire half a meter wide.
"Scatter!" Dean dove sideways and rolled. The fire pillar grazed his back, and the scorching blast nearly set his coat ablaze.
The two team members behind him failed to dodge and were swallowed by the flames. Their screams echoed through the passage.
The demon hunter carrying the container quickly put out the fire. Though the two were rescued in time, their burns were severe enough to leave them unable to move.
Their eyeballs had melted, their skin was gone, and the stench of scorched flesh wafted from their bodies.
The only thing keeping them alive was the extraordinary power granted by the enhanced Pestilence Potion injected into their bodies.
"Damn it." Dean's eyes reddened, but he had no time for anger, because three even more powerful presences had arrived.
Three figures emerged from thin air ahead in the passage.
On the left stood a giant clad in lava armor, with curved horns growing from his head—Fire Demon Graka. He gripped a burning bone axe in his hand.
On the right was a lanky figure almost completely merged with