"Dean, Sam, flank the demon forces from the sides."
"Bobby, keep defending the front. Switch to delaying tactics."
"As for these two Hell Lords—"
Wu Heng looked at Graka and Nex, who were charging at him in a rage after the Flesh Demon fell. The four-colored lights on his glove lit up at once.
"I'll deal with them myself."
On both battlefields—the real world and the Hell portal—Demon Hunters, angels, and demons were locked in a brutal melee.
Blood soaked the soil. Holy light, metal, and fel energy intertwined, while human battle cries and demon roars shook the heavens and earth.
Two hours later.
On the battlefield within the Gates of Hell, the embers of war slowly settled.
Wu Heng stood amid shattered ground and demon corpses. The glow of the Balance Gloves on his right hand was gradually fading, but the heart-palpitating pressure they gave off had not dissipated.
Behind him, the surviving Demon Hunter forces were treating the wounded and reinforcing the defensive line under Renault's command.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, sulfur, and scorched flesh.
"Guildmaster, the demon tide has temporarily retreated, but they're still gathering on the outskirts. Their numbers keep being replenished. These bastards are practically locusts." Renault approached him. A wound deep enough to expose bone ran across his face, hastily stitched up by medics, yet he seemed not to feel the pain.
"At least ten thousand remain!"
Wu Heng nodded.
He walked toward the Gates of Hell—a solidified rift whose edges were coated in cooled lava.
The blood-red light of Hell still surged within the gate. Faintly, countless demon whispers and hisses could be heard rising from the soil.
That soil was like dead flesh.
"They'll come again," Wu Heng said calmly. "More than once."
He raised his gloved