380. The Yellow-Eyed Demon!

380. The Yellow-Eyed Demon!

As Alex stepped out of the motel, the sky outside was already dim.

Thick clouds blanketed the heavens, obscuring any hint of starlight.

Glancing upward briefly, Alex turned and walked into a shadowy side path nearby.

This was a pedestrian walkway far from the main streets. Lined with rows of trees on either side, the cold wind howled, and the rustling leaves added a sinister undertone to the eerie atmosphere.

Distant streetlights glowed faintly, illuminating the damp ground with a spectral sheen. Few vehicles passed through here, and as night deepened, the area became even more deserted.

Because of their work, the group often stayed in motels located in remote areas outside city limits. This meant the surrounding environment became increasingly unnerving at night.

Since arriving in this world, Alex had been adjusting his magical energy, which initially prevented him from freely using his powers.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed a car—he could've teleported everyone directly. And as for finding the dragon that had kidnapped the girls, Alex could've simply used Constantine's cigarette case and chanted a spell to locate its position.

But things were different now. After a day of recuperation and fine-tuning, Alex had discovered this world's energy limits and could now use more advanced spells beyond simple conjurations like turning water into wine.

Ever since banishing the noise from the angel radio, Alex had felt a vague presence watching him. At first, he thought he'd attracted someone's attention, but he soon realized that these prying eyes weren't only on him—they were also fixated on Jo.

That gave Alex a clue. These observers weren't after him at all. They were targeting the Winchester brothers, and Alex and Jo had become involved merely by association.

An unfortunate coincidence.

But fortunately, Alex had already identified who they were.

After walking for about twenty minutes down the dark path, Alex finally stopped.

"Are you serious?"

Turning slowly, Alex found a tall man standing behind him, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

Steadying himself, Alex scanned the area and realized he was surrounded. Several men of varying ages and ethnicities had encircled him, their presence almost imperceptible until now.

"Do you really think so little of me? Bringing just this many people?"

Surveying his surroundings, Alex noted the twenty-some men closing in from all directions. They had one thing in common: their pitch-black eyes.

Their eyes were completely shrouded in darkness—no whites, no pupils—only an unfathomable, endless black.

These were innocent bystanders possessed by demons. Demons from Hell rarely manifested in their true forms in this world, instead surviving by taking over human hosts.

The man standing directly in front of Alex, however, was different. His yellow eyes marked him as their leader.

As Alex scrutinized him, the yellow-eyed man also carefully studied Alex.

"Interesting. A wizard from another world. You're quite the unique existence—I've never seen anything like you," the man remarked.

"That just means your horizons are limited, Prince of Hell," Alex retorted with a mocking smile.

If Alex wasn't mistaken, the man before him was Azazel, the yellow-eyed demon the Winchester brothers had been hunting.

It made sense. At this point in time, the only demon keeping a close eye on the Winchester brothers was likely this guy.

"You..."

Sweat dripped down Azazel's forehead as he found himself short of breath.

Staring coldly at the yellow-eyed demon, Alex dropped his smile. His voice carried an unmistakable edge of lethal intent.

"Listen closely. I don't care about your plans, and I don't want to see any demons crossing my path from now on. And one more thing—about Jo..."

Alex patted Azazel on the shoulder, speaking each word slowly and deliberately.

"Although this place isn't my final destination, I will return. If anything happens to that girl, I won't mind taking a trip to Hell. And you can consider this a threat. Got it?"

Hearing Alex throw his own words back at him, Azazel felt bitter, but he had no choice.

Because while Alex was speaking, all the demons under Azazel's command, along with their human hosts, had been devoured by the Seven Deadly Sins. Swallowed whole—not even their clothes or shoes remained.

"Did you hear me?" Alex asked again when Azazel didn't respond.

This time, Azazel nodded slightly.

"Good. Off you go, then."

As soon as Alex lifted the spatial seal, Azazel vanished in an instant, his demonic aura disappearing without a trace.

Watching the now-empty road, Alex let out a cold snort.

Azazel's grand plans weren't particularly impressive. Years ago, he had chosen a group of individuals, feeding his demonic blood to newborns in preparation for Lucifer's arrival.

As one of Lucifer's Hell Princes, Azazel was dedicated to freeing his master. Sam Winchester was one of the children he had chosen to serve as Lucifer's vessel.

However, Dean and Sam were unaware of these details for now. Their sole goal was to kill Azazel and avenge their parents.

Alex wasn't planning to interfere too much with this storyline. After all, everything was under God's watchful eye. With God's support, Dean and Sam would be fine.

Besides, Alex had more pressing matters to attend to.

Shaking his head, Alex dismissed the thought and began walking back toward the motel.

Arriving at the motel room door, Alex frowned, feeling as if he'd forgotten something.

After a moment, he waved his hand, and a bag of fries appeared in his grasp.

"Perfect," he muttered, satisfied.

Pushing the door open, Alex's face broke into a smile.

"Any new discoveries?"

Seeing Alex, Jo leapt off the couch, visibly excited.

"Alex, you're just in time! Sam has found the dragon's hideout, and Dean has figured out how to kill it!"

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381. The Method to Slay a Dragon.

382. Night Exploration of the Dragon’s Lair.

383. Slaying the Dragon.

384. A Good Chance of Winning.

385. Farewell.