"No, Adam is still inside!" Dean struggled with red eyes, trying to shake off Sam's hand, "I can't leave him!"
"Bang--"
There was a loud noise, and the door of Green Room was blasted open from the outside by a huge force.
Bai Haorui and Castiel rushed in.
Bai Haorui At a glance, he saw the door inside that was sealed by the holy light, and the terrifying holy power that was rapidly condensing, and his expression changed instantly.
"It's Michael! Get out!" Bai Haorui grabbed Dean's arm with too much force to refuse.
"But Adam..." Dean still wanted to argue, his eyes were red.
"Keep the green mountains here, don't worry about not having firewood." Bai Haorui interrupted him, his tone was fast and deep, "Michael won't kill him, he will only keep him as a spare container. Rush in now, the four of us will have to stay here, who will rescue him then? Let's go!"
Dean gritted his teeth and looked at the blurry figure of Adam behind the door. He felt anxious and ashamed, as if he was being cut by a knife. But he knew that Bai Haorui was right. If he stayed now, not only would he not be able to save Adam, but he would also have to drag everyone in.
Finally, he hit the door frame hard, making a dull sound.
"Let's go!"
Gritting his teeth, he was dragged by Sam and rushed out with Bai Haorui and Cass.
As soon as the four people rushed to the hall outside Green Room, there was a deafening loud noise behind them.
The entire Green Room collapsed completely, with gravel and dust flying all over the sky. A dazzling white light rose from the ruins, and the light became more and more powerful, almost burning people's eyes.
In the light, a figure slowly condensed.
It's not the real body, it's just a distracting projection of Michael. But even if it's just a projection, the pressure is already overwhelming, like a big mountain pressing on the top of the head, making even breathing difficult.
Dean and Sam were instantly suppressed to the point where their knees softened and they almost knelt down. They were just "ordinary humans" and could not withstand the pressure of the Archangel.
Sam propped up his knees, gasping for air, his face pale.
The wings behind Castiel suddenly spread out. He gritted his teeth and held on to the pressure, using his holy power to block part of Dean and Sam.
But even so, blood slowly oozed from the corners of his mouth, and his wings were trembling slightly.
Only Bai Haorui is still standing.
The Lotus Seal between his eyebrows completely lit up, and a pale golden light spread from the center of his eyebrows, intertwined with the purple-gold True Gang all over his body. A layer of translucent protective body Gang Qi spread out from his body, like an umbrella, and the three people behind him blocked most of the pressure.
"You go first, I will stop you later!" Bai Haorui thrust the mahogany sword into the ground, quickly formed seals with his hands, and his voice buzzed with True Qi's trembling.
"Let's go together!" Dean shouted, there was no way he would leave Bai Haorui alone here.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Bai Haorui said firmly without looking back, "I can't hold you back for too long! You guys hurry up and drive and meet me outside! If you wait any longer, no one will be able to leave!"
As he spoke, the figure in the light completely condensed and took shape.
Michael stood on the ruins, wearing a silver-white battle armor. The ancient Enochian sacred patterns were engraved on the armor, and the light flowed slowly between the patterns. His shoulder armor was in the shape of stretched wings with sharp lines, and he wore a simple silver crown on his head, with a milky white holy stone inlaid on the crown.
His face was so handsome that it was almost perfect, without any expression, and his eyes were pure gilt gold, like two masses of solidified holy light.
Four pairs of pale golden light wings spread out from behind. Each wing was condensed from pure holy power. The holy power in the air surged with the slightest movement. In his hand, he held a long sword condensed from holy light. The blade of the sword was filled with dazzling white light. Just looking at it made people's eyes hurt.
This is the archangel, the commander of Heaven, Michael.
His eyes swept across the four people, as indifferently as if he were looking at four ants.
He didn't speak, he just raised his hand and waved the Holy Light Sword in his hand.
A several-meter-long holy light blade whizzed towards the four people, tearing the air wherever it passed and making a sharp and ear-piercing sound.
"Three altars gather fire and protect the body!"
Bai Haorui stepped firmly on Seven Stars Gang Steps, with the mahogany sword lying in front of him. The Three Altars True Fire in the dantian was fully activated, and the purple-gold True Gang ran wildly along the meridians. He shouted loudly, and a semi-circular translucent shield instantly opened, with fine lines and flame patterns flowing on the shield.
Dang--
The holy light blade struck the shield, making a loud sound like a metal collision, which made the entire hall buzz.
Bai Haorui took three steps back, and the soles of his boots made two deep marks on the concrete floor. His throat felt sweet, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. The protective shield shook and became a little dim.
"Cass! Take them away!" Bai Haorui growled through gritted teeth, with the smell of blood in his voice.
Castiel understands the importance, now is not the time to act heroic.
He grabbed the arms of Dean and Sam, flapped his wings fiercely, and rushed out of the factory with the two of them. Dean struggled to turn back, but was held down by Cass, who was as fast as the wind.
In the hall, only Bai Haorui and Michael were left facing off from a distance.
"Are you going to block my way?" Michael's voice sounded like a bell, with unquestionable majesty, causing the gravel on the wall to rustle down.
"Everyone has walked the road, so why should you block it when you say it?" Bai Haorui smiled and raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He gripped the mahogany sword tightly again, his knuckles turning white from the exertion, but there was no fear in his eyes, "If you want to touch them, get past me first."
Before he finished speaking, Bai Haorui took the lead.
He kicked the ground violently, and shot out like an arrow. The Pure Yang True Fire on the peach wood sword surged ten feet, burning fiercely, and the sword made a slight buzzing in the firelight.
"Fire Dragon Sword Qi!"
With a flick of his wrist, the True Fire on the sword condensed and formed, turning into a fire dragon several meters long. It rushed towards Michael with its teeth and claws. The fire dragon roared, and wherever it passed, the asphalt on the ground was baked, and the temperature in the air instantly soared.
This sword embodies all of his Middle Stage of Refining Qi into Gang cultivation, and is one of his sharpest killing moves.
Michael just looked at it indifferently, raised his hand and drew it in front of him. A translucent holy light barrier instantly appeared in front of him.
Boom--
The fire dragon slammed into the holy light barrier, making a deafening noise. Fire light splashed out, and a heat wave swept through the entire hall. The barrier shook, and ripples appeared on the surface, but it did not break.
"The power of ants." Michael said calmly, with no waves in his golden eyes, "Then, you will get the punishment you deserve."
Bai Haorui had expected it.
Michael is an archangel after all. Even if it is just a projection, it is not comparable to ordinary angels.
He flicked his left hand, and five Five Emperor Coins flew out with golden light. The copper coins rotated rapidly in the air, getting bigger and bigger. At the same time, a Bagua shadow appeared behind the copper coins, and the eight directions of Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, and Dui were clearly visible.
"Qiankangenzhen, Xunlikundui, Bagua trapped spirit, suppress it!"
Bai Haorui formed a seal with both hands and recited a mantra in a deep voice.
The five Five Emperor Coins correspond to the five elements and are embedded in the five gates of Eight Trigrams Formation. Golden talismans pour out from the copper coins, layer upon layer, densely packed, like a huge golden spider web, and like a solid cage, covering Michael's head.
Pure Yang True Fire and human fireworks flowed on the talisman chain, and Daoist patterns slowly traveled on the chain.
This Eight Trigrams Spirit-Trapping Formation is his trapping method at the bottom of the box. Even the Archangel can trap him for a while.
The golden cage closed instantly, trapping Michael inside.
The talisman chain was wrapped up layer by layer, getting tighter and tighter. Pure Yang True Fire followed the talisman chain and burned the holy power around Michael's body, making a sizzling sound.
Michael frowned, obviously a little impatient with this formation.
The holy light surged around him, and pale golden light poured out like a tide.
"Broken."
He softly uttered one word.
Click--
A crisp cracking sound sounded.
The outermost talisman was broken inch by inch, like crushed glass.
Immediately afterwards, all the talisman chains on the second floor, the third floor... were broken in the holy light. Five Five Emperor Coinss screamed and flew backwards due to the huge force. The bells clanged on the ground and slid far away.
The moment the formation was broken, Bai Haorui felt a pain in his heart, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He groaned, and a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, and he swallowed it back forcefully.
This is backlash.
Michael did not give him a chance to breathe. He raised his hand, and a thick pillar of holy light blasted towards Bai Haorui. Wherever the pillar of holy light passed, the cement on the ground was melted directly, revealing charred holes.
"Lin, soldiers, fights, all, formation, row, advance, march!"
Bai Haorui made seals with both hands quickly, and read out Nine-Syllable Mantra word by word. Every time he read a word, the golden light on his body became thicker, and the protective body Gang Qi became thicker. After reading the nine words, nine golden symbols appeared in the sky, spinning rapidly around him, forming a solid defense.
Boom--
The holy light pillar hit the gang shield hard.
The entire hall shook violently, and the cement floor cracked with dense holes that spread like spider webs.
Bai Haorui My legs were shaking slightly, and my knees were bending down a little bit.
The True Gang in the Dantian is being consumed rapidly, flowing out like water that has been opened.
He knew that he couldn't carry it with force, and all he could do was delay until Dean and them drove the car, and until he could find a chance to escape.
The power of the Holy Light Pillar is still strengthening, and there are more and more cracks in the Gangshield.
Bai Haorui Take a deep breath, put the tip of your tongue against the roof of your mouth, and bite down hard.
A mouthful of life essence blood spurted out and landed on the sword of Taomu Sword.
With a scoff, the purple-gold flames on the sword instantly surged several times, and the flames shot up several meters high, almost filling half of the hall. The hot air surged, and even Michael in the distance squinted slightly.
"Three Altars Body Refinement, True Fire Burns the Heavens!"
Bai Haorui Holding the sword with both hands, he used all his strength to strike hard.
A huge wave of fire surged towards Michael like a tsunami. The flame was purple-gold, which was the ultimate version of his original Three Altars True Fire. The temperature was so horribly high that even the space was slightly distorted. This was the strongest blow he could make at the moment. Even though his dantian was damaged and his cultivation level was declining, he had to force Michael back and give himself a chance to survive.
Michael's face finally became a little more solemn. He stopped holding it up, and clasped his hands together in front of him, condensing a thick shield of holy light.
Boom--!
The flames and the holy light collided together, and the dazzling white light exploded instantly, drowning everything.
A huge shock wave swept through the entire factory. The surrounding iron walls were blown off, the columns were broken, and the roof collapsed completely.
The entire abandoned factory was reduced to ruins under this blow.
Smoke and dust filled the air, and gravel flew everywhere.
Taking advantage of the gap when Michael was forced back by the flames and the holy power was disordered, Bai Haorui staggered back a few steps, quickly picked up the five Five Emperor Coins on the ground, and stuffed them into his sleeve pockets. He turned around and rushed out, his steps were sloppy, the clothes on his back were soaked with blood, and his Dantian was throbbing with pain, as if a knife was stirring inside.
He gritted his teeth and rushed out of the factory gate with his last breath.
As soon as he rushed out the door, a car light came over him. Impala braked suddenly with a squeak and stopped beside him.
Sam pushed open the door and shouted, "Haorui! Get in the car quickly!"
Bai Haorui opened the car door and jumped in. As soon as he sat firmly, he spit out a mouthful of blood and splashed on the floor of the car. He leaned on the back of the seat, gasping for air, his face was as pale as paper, and he almost lost the energy to speak.
"Drive, hurry up." His voice was hoarse and weak, "He will chase him out soon... The projection can't be too far away from Green Room, it won't last long, but we'd better leave quickly."
Dean said nothing and stepped on the accelerator suddenly. Impala shot out like an arrow, and the tires made a screeching sound on the ground.
Dean's hands were gripping the steering wheel, and his knuckles were turning white. He looked at the ruins of the factory getting farther and farther away in the rearview mirror, and looked at the white light that was still faintly glowing. His heart felt like a huge stone was weighing on him, and he was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
Adam is still inside.
But now, he can't do anything.
Impala was driving on the empty road, the headlights split the thick night, extending two beams of light on the deserted road.
The wind poured in through the half-opened car window, bringing with it the coolness of the night and making people's faces ache.
There was silence in the car, only the roar of the engine and the sound of wind intertwined.
Bai Haorui was leaning on the back seat, closing his eyes and adjusting his breathing. His face was as pale as paper, his lips had no color at all, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
The wound on the back was still oozing blood, staining the dark combat uniform red and leaving a small dark red mark on the seat.
Sam was sitting next to him, holding a bottle of water in his hand, and wanted to hand it to him. Bai Haorui shook his head slightly, his voice hoarse. "It's okay, he can't die. Michael only has a projection, and the real body can't come down without a container. If the real body comes, we won't be able to leave today."
Dean glanced at him in the rearview mirror, his throat moved, and he held it in for a long time before he said, "Thank you, Haorui."
If Bai Haorui hadn't been cut off, none of them would have been able to leave today.
Bai Haorui twitched the corner of his mouth, without opening his eyes, and said in a very soft voice, "I told you about the whole family, but you fart with me again."
The carriage became quiet again.
"Do you think Adam is still alive?" Sam was the first to break the silence, with unconcealed worry in his tone. He looked at the rapidly receding night outside the window, and his heart was heavy. Adam was only a teenager, and he was involved in these things.
"It's hard to say, but there is a high probability that he will be alive." Bai Haorui spoke slowly, the throbbing pain in his Dantian making his speech a bit choppy, "Michael keeps him for use, it is a spare container. As long as your brother has not agreed, Adam will be safe. He will not kill a useful chess piece."
He paused and looked at Cass in the passenger seat. "Cass, what do you think?"
Cass was sitting in the passenger seat, with his back leaning against the seat, and his face looked ugly.
His holy power was severely depleted, and the runes on his chest were still aching. He nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "Yes. Adam is a spare container. As long as Dean doesn't nod, he will be fine. Michael will not waste a qualified bloodline."
"We will definitely rescue him." Dean held the steering wheel, his eyes heavy. He stared at the road ahead with a fierce look in his eyes. He was the one who got Adam involved, and he must be responsible to the end.
No matter what the cost, he will rescue Adam.
There was silence in the carriage for a while.
Sam turned to look at Dean's profile, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke, "So..."
"So what?" Dean looked straight ahead, pretending not to understand what he said.
"I saw you in Green Room just now. You were really planning to agree, right?" Sam asked softly, "Then what made you change your mind in the end?"
Dean was silent for a long time, so long that Sam thought he would not answer.
"To be honest, it's quite outrageous to say it." Dean finally spoke, his voice was very low, with a little bit of hoarseness that was not easy to detect, "The end of the world is right in front of us, we are desperate. I saw Adam in such pain, and saw you injured, I really thought at that time, forget it, just agree, at least I can exchange for your safety."
He paused and softened his tone. "But when I turned to look at you, there was only one thought in my mind: This bastard actually believed in me. He let me out even though he knew I might surrender, and he was still willing to come with me."
Dean glanced sideways at Sam, with a faint smile on his lips, "I just don't want to disappoint you."
Sam looked at his brother's profile, feeling warm in his heart.
"You didn't." Sam looked at him with a smile on his face, "You almost lost, but in the end you didn't. You won."
"I have to apologize to you." Dean said suddenly, with a serious tone.
"No, brother, no need." Sam shook his head. They are brothers, and they should trust each other.
"Listen to what I have to say." Dean interrupted him, looking at the road ahead, but his tone was extremely solemn, "I don't know if it's a common problem with being an older brother. To me, you have always been a little kid following me. I have to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't go astray or get into trouble. But we both know that you are no longer a child. You have your own ideas and judgments, and you are even calmer and smarter than me."
He glanced sideways at Sam, with relief in his eyes. "To put it bluntly, you are willing to believe me, and I should at least repay your trust. I said I didn't believe you before, and I went against you... I was the bastard. I'm sorry."
Sam looked at his brother, his throat was a little tight and he couldn't speak.
The knot in my heart that I had been feeling for so many years seemed to be completely resolved in this apology.
He smiled and nodded slightly, "I know."
Dean also smiled and looked forward again. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, and his fighting spirit was rekindled in his eyes, like an inexhaustible fire.
"Fuck fate." Dean gritted his teeth, with an unyielding tone in his voice, "Before, we hid, were chased by angels, chased by demons, and ran around like lost dogs. I've had enough. From today on, we take the initiative and do it our way. If fate wants us to kneel down, we'll just get in its face."
Sam smiled, his eyes shining, and nodded gently. "Sounds good."
"What's next?" Sam asked.
"Go back to Bobby's house first and take a rest." Dean said, "Your injuries, Haorui's injuries, and Cass all need to be healed first. Then Later, we checked the whereabouts of Lucifer and the movements of Heaven. They are unkind, so don't blame us for being unjust. Apocalypse was provoked by them, and there is no reason why we should only pay the bill."
Bai Haorui leaned on the back seat, listening to the conversation between the two brothers, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. The Lotus Seal mark between his eyebrows dimmed a lot, and the tingling pain in his Dantian was still coming, but he felt very at ease in his heart.
He knew that from today on, everything would be different.
In the night, Impala's car lights were like two sparks, driving forward firmly.