The hunters watched the figure slowly descend from midair, their eyes filled with shock.
They had seen how powerful the president was before, but watching him so effortlessly crush two monsters that had driven them to despair still exceeded anything they could have imagined.
Wu Heng landed, his breathing steady. He glanced at the screen; the two largest red dots had vanished.
"Continue the rescue." His voice remained cold and unquestionable. "There isn't much time."
The alarm had been lifted, but the tense atmosphere did not fade. Instead, the recent incident and the rapidly passing time made it even heavier.
Dean and Sam had already ventured deeper into Purgatory. The green dots on the screen kept converging and multiplying.
At the rift entrance, more hunters poured in, carrying injuries and the dazed relief of survivors, as well as hope from seeing their companions rescued.
And in the direction of Heaven, another tide of chaos awaited Castiel.
One hundred sixty kilometers from the temporary base, deep within Purgatory.
Of the four-person team here, only three remained. And because they had gone so deep into Purgatory, this area was unusually hostile, leaving the signal from the base station extremely weak. The signal kept dropping and could no longer be transmitted effectively.
At that moment, Renault felt as if his brain had been thrown into a meat grinder.
This was his solution.
After taking several doses of enhancement serum, he had begun to use mental power. Now, in order to call for support, he used it to connect his brain to the signal base station.
To strengthen the signal.
What came through the port at the back of his neck was no longer pain, but something even more terrifying.
It was like cold metal thoughts forcing their way into flesh and blood, shredding