"We can't afford to worry about that now." Wu Heng's voice was cold as iron. "This is a war for survival. Either we concentrate our strength, withstand the full assault, and wait for a counterattack—or we get picked off and humanity falls completely. Which will it be?"
No one could answer.
"Hesitation or misplaced mercy will only get every Demon Hunter heading to reinforce them killed, leaving the balance zone without any strength to resist."
"Lucifer's attention has always been here. The Apocalypse War hasn't reached its final battle yet, so we'll bet that although Lucifer dares defy God's orders, he won't dare carry out a large-scale extermination of the world."
With Wu Heng's decisive words, the orders were issued at once.
Cruel, but necessary.
Demon Hunter squads everywhere fought as they retreated, blowing up bridges and roads to slow the possessed creatures controlled by demons. Taking whatever survivors they could save, they converged on the balance zone.
Along the way, they saw more than one rift to Hell in the sky. Lucifer had torn open passages in multiple locations at once, and a flood of demons surged in from every direction.
This was a hunt targeting every resister.
Outside the Demon Hunter Guild headquarters, the final defensive perimeter, five in the morning.
Dawn was just beginning to break, but Hell's dark red glow tainted the morning light. Clouds of dust rolled over the horizon, kicked up by countless marching demons, mixed with thick sulfurous smoke and fire.
The defensive perimeter consisted of three layers: the outermost fortifications and minefields, the middle layer of building strongpoints, and the inner area around Demon Hunter headquarters—the scarred prison zone that radiated an ominous aura.
Dean and Sam stood behind a concrete bunker at the outermost line, watching the black tide advancing in