The eight directions of Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, and Dui were stepped on step by step, and the figure shuttled through the gaps of the poisonous thorns like running water, without even touching the corner of the clothes.
At the same time, the left hand kept changing seals, mobilizing the remaining three Five Emperor Coins in the formation to move back and forth, blocking the circuitous route of Alpha, and not giving it the chance to sneak around behind.
Seizing the flaw in Alpha's forward thrust, Bai Haorui suddenly rushed forward, and the tip of the peach wood sword stabbed directly into the vital part of the opponent's chest.
Alpha relied on his speed to turn sideways and barely avoid the fatal blow, but the sword edge still pierced its shoulder blade.
Samadhi True Fire The embers penetrated along the wound, continuing to burn its original soul, and billowing black smoke came out of the wound.
Several forms took turns in succession, and each attack was neutralized by Bai Haorui relying on Daoism, swordsmanship, and footwork. The original soul was continuously eroded and severely damaged by Samadhi True Fire.
Alpha knows in his heart that it is impossible to defeat the person in front of him today. If he continues to fight to the death, his own origin will be completely burned away.
He no longer continued to fight, his entire body turned into a thick rolling black mist, and he planned to break through the damaged outer wall of the warehouse and escape.
"Want to run?"
Bai Haorui's eyes turned cold, and the lavender Lotus Seal between his eyebrows suddenly lit up. A pinpoint-sized purple fire flew out from Lotus Seal, slowly drifting towards the black mist. The fire looked very slow, but it blocked all dodge angles.
"What kind of fire is this?!" Alpha's horrified voice came from the black fog, with extreme fear, "Impossible! How can humans have such a powerful fire!"
The purple fire fell into the black mist and spread instantly. The flame did not burn the flesh, but penetrated directly into the body and burned the soul. Alpha let out a heart-rending scream. The black mist rolled violently, trying to extinguish the flame, but the flame seemed to grow on the soul, and the more it beat, the stronger it burned.
Within a few seconds, the black fog faded, and Alpha's figure reappeared, half-kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, with black smoke coming out of the wounds on his back, and his eyes full of resentment and fear. Most of his soul was burned, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Bai Haorui took a step forward, and the tip of the mahogany sword was pointed at his throat. If he moved just one inch further, he would be completely finished.
Alpha raised his head and stared at him, his eyes full of unwillingness, but he couldn't move.
The warehouse suddenly became quiet, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing and the smell of burnt food in the air.
Samuel was dumbfounded and stood nearby with the gun in his hand hanging down.
He had long known that Bai Haorui was not simple, but he didn't expect it to be so strong.
This strength is comparable to that of Archangel, right?
Bai Haorui panted slightly, and his chest heaved slightly. He forced True Fire Art to hit him with all his strength, almost draining True Gang out of his body. After all, he had just come out of seclusion not long ago, and his soul still had hidden injuries. After hitting this level, it was already the limit.
But his face remained calm, the tip of the sword was still pointed firmly at Alpha's throat, and his voice was calm. "Tell me, where is the entrance to Purgatory? What does Crowley want Purgatory for?"
Alpha gritted his teeth and stared at him, as if he wanted to carve his appearance into his bones, but he closed his mouth tightly and refused to say a word.
"Don't tell me?" Bai Haorui's fingertips moved slightly, and the True Fire on the sword became more vigorous. "It doesn't matter, I can burn it slowly. Burn it until you tell me."
Alpha trembled all over, obviously afraid of the flames. But just as he was about to speak, a strong smell of sulfur suddenly filled the warehouse.
"Bah bang bang--"
Crisp applause came from the shadows, with a teasing smile.
"Wonderful, really wonderful."
Everyone turned their heads suddenly and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
Crowley walked out of the shadows slowly, wearing a straight black suit, and his leather shoes made a crisp sound on the concrete floor. He glanced at the people present, with a signature smile on his lips. When his eyes fell on Bai Haorui, he paused slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
Then he looked at Alpha who was half-kneeling on the ground, shook his head, and said with a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone, "Samuel, I thought you could manage this bunch of trash in a decent way, but you would just pretend to be cool? A good plan to capture them alive, and it ended up like this."
"Crowley!" Samuel's voice was tight and her fists were clenched tightly, "Why are you here?"
"If I don't come back, my "goods" will be burned to ashes." Crowley sneered, raised his chin, and motioned to Alpha on the ground, "I still have use for this thing, I can't just die like this."
Dean's heart sank - as expected, Alpha is what Crowley wants.
Samuel is indeed working for him.
"Give Christian back!" Samuel roared angrily, veins popping up on his forehead. He had been looking for a long time, but he couldn't see Christian.
"What did you say?" Crowley pretended to be surprised, "My nephew? The one I stuffed a demon into? I'm sorry, Samuel, I possessed him a long time ago. I have to watch my investments."
As soon as he finished speaking, Christian walked out of the shadows next to him. His eyes were all jet black without a trace of white - that was a typical sign of demonic possession. He stood behind Crowley expressionlessly, like a loyal puppet.
Dean looked at Samuel suddenly, the suspicion in his heart finally came to an end, leaving only full of disappointment - they really knew each other and were colluding.
"You two know each other?" Dean's voice was tight, with a hint of knowing anger.
"It's not the kind of relationship you think." Samuel looked ugly and looked away.
"It's the kind of relationship you think of." Crowley smiled and revealed it mercilessly, "To be precise, it's a business partnership. He helps me catch monsters and goes to Purgatory, and I help him with some personal affairs. We all get what we need and deal fairly."
"Are you Crowley's lackey?" Dean looked at Samuel, his tone full of disappointment and anger, "The legendary hunter Samuel·Campbell actually made a deal with the devil? Are you worthy of your daughter?"
"What do you know!" Samuel turned around and shouted at him, his eyes red.
When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back. He frowned, turned away, and refused to say any more.
"Okay, stop talking about family life." Crowley waved his hand impatiently, his eyes fell on Sam, looking up and down, with a little scrutiny, "How about it, Little Sam? Are you used to living a life without a soul?"
Sam said nothing, just looked at him coldly, with no emotion in his eyes.
"Don't be so cold." Crowley shrugged, his tone as frivolous as chatting, "After all, I was the one who fished you out of Hell. Although... you didn't bring all your soul with you, so that's a small flaw."
Dean was shocked and looked at Crowley, his voice trembling. "It is indeed you! You brought Sam back? Why?"
"Why?" Crowley sneered, "Of course it's because it's useful. What do you think? I'm free? Why don't I just find a hunter to play with?"
He took a step forward, his tone with a naked sense of control. "Now, let's make it clear. I, Crowley, am now the king of Hell. Lucifer is He's locked up, Hell, I have the final say. Sam's soul is in my hands. I can make him fly away with a snap of my fingers; of course, I can also help him get his soul back, intact."
Dean's heart suddenly shrank, and his hand instantly pressed on the handle of the gun, his knuckles turning white. But he knew it was useless. Crowley For a demon of this level, the gun was useless at all.
"What do you want?" Dean asked through gritted teeth.
"It's very simple." Crowley shrugged, as if it were a matter of course, "Give me work. Help me catch monsters, the more powerful the better, the rarer the better. Help me find the entrance to Purgatory. When I develop Purgatory, I will naturally return the soul of Sam to him."
"Developing Purgatory?" Dean was stunned, "What are you doing developing Purgatory?"
"Location, location, location." Crowley smiled like a shrewd businessman, "Purgatory is such a big piece of land, and the utilization rate is so low. It is also next to Hell, a prime location. I am a developer, so of course I want to develop it. It can be used to contain monsters, make transactions, and store "goods". It has many uses."
Dean felt chills in my heart when I heard it.
Purgatory, the destination of countless monster souls. What if Crowley were to control Purgatory? It would be equivalent to mastering the power of life and death of all evil spirits, and the world would be completely miserable.
"You're dreaming!" Dean said sternly, "We can't possibly help you do such a thing!"
"Really?" Crowley raised his eyebrows with a teasing tone, "What about Sam's soul? No more?"
Dean was speechless, and his chest heaved violently.
He looked at Sam, who was still expressionless, as if what was being talked about was not his soul. But Dean knew that even if Sam didn't care, he couldn't care. That was his brother, and he couldn't just watch him turn into an empty shell.
At this moment, Bai Haorui took a step forward and stood in front of Dean.
He looked at Crowley, his eyes calm, and the peach wood sword at his fingertips was still dancing with purple flames.