As the dust settled, only a pool of filthy water remained on the ground. Agatha the Crone seemed to break down in tears, while the Taoist priest raised his peachwood sword, ready to strike.
"Ah, why are you crying, Agatha the Crone?" At that moment, a hoarse, aged voice rang out—Elias the Elder.
Suddenly, the yellow talismans entangling Agatha the Crone were burned away by a surge of eerie green light, and the Taoist's peachwood sword froze midair, unable to move an inch. In the next instant, Agatha's head whooshed back onto her body as Elias the Elder intervened.
"Kids, aren't you playing a bit too rough?" Elias the Elder's voice echoed.
Elias the Elder reappeared, now surrounded by a faint, eerie green glow. Instantly, I realized something was terribly wrong.
Looking at Rachel Lan and the other three, their faces had turned deathly pale, as if terrified.
"Team 17 calling HQ, we need heavy backup on Spring Street..."
With a bang, the man in the white shirt's walkie-talkie exploded into powder.
"Hurry, I'll find a way to keep them occupied."
Rachel Lan screamed at the top of her lungs. Then, two strips of white gauze flew toward the two ghosts. With a tearing sound, the gauze shattered into fragments midair as it neared Elias the Elder, scattering through the air.