"Stop!" Rachel Lan shouted, and at that moment, the door to the room swung open. The Soulbinder Baton halted right in front of my forehead.
I quickly backed away, and the curved blade formed from my condensed baleful energy vanished from my hand.
"Miss Rachel," Mason Yu stared in shock.
Two people were already down—Dalton Fang and Miles Mao. Now, they probably weren't a match for them anymore. But I kept feeling that my baleful energy couldn't harm them, which was very strange. What was going on?
"Hmph, you mortals dare to provoke the mighty? Are you tired of living?"
With a whoosh, the short Hell's Registrar raised his hand, and Miles Mao's body seemed to be sucked toward him. He grabbed Miles by the neck.
"What are you doing?"
Mason Yu shouted, quickly pressing his palms together.
"Enough, Mason Yu."
Rachel Lan said, glaring at him.
"Please, Hell's Registrars, I beg you—let my friends go. They only did this to save me. I'll go back with you right now."
Rachel Lan called out toward the altar. I looked on, puzzled.
"Hmph, Rachel Lan, do you realize the severity of their crimes?"
The short Hell's Registrar snarled, and I heard a cracking sound as he squeezed Miles Mao's neck.
"Hell's Registrar, please show mercy. Heaven cherishes life..."
With a thud, the short Hell's Registrar threw Miles Mao to the ground.
"Hmph, we're leaving now, Rachel Lan. This time, because you're a child of the Yellow Springs, we understand your situation. We're not heartless—let's go."
My eyes widened as Rachel Lan walked over. The fat Hell's Registrar tied another rope to her handcuffs and prepared to drag her away.
I blocked their path to the west.
"What now, kid? You still want to interfere?"