Sam silenced his brother while simultaneously recalling relevant information in his mind.
Because their father was introduced to the path of exorcism by a New Orleans medium, they were quite familiar with the city’s hidden secrets.
They had long known of the Mayfair family as a witch dynasty.
But they never expected the current generation’s witch to be so close to Su Fan.
According to Rowena herself, she sensed danger around Su Fan and took a private jet to come help.
Private jet…
What a foreign concept.
“Are you coming in with us?”
“The fog enveloping the community disrupts perception, causes mental confusion, and makes people lose control of their bodies.”
“We have the talismans Su gave us. You guys…”
Before she could finish, Rowena concentrated, and suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down from the gathered dark clouds, tearing a rift through the crimson mist!
“Now’s our chance.”
As Rowena spoke, Captain Dyson immediately reacted.
“Move in!”
The officers rushed inside, with Dean and Sam following close behind, carrying their gear.
Only after everyone had entered did Rowena step into the community.
The moment she entered, she heard their voices.
“Electronic devices are failing.”
“Communication and detection are all down!”
“My talisman is already starting to crack!”
“How is it happening so fast!”
Deprived of all modern information tools, the officers didn’t know where to find their target.
“Follow us!”
Dean and Sam took the lead.
“Northwest! They’re northwest!”
Detective Dyson knew Dean and Sam were hunters and, without hesitation, ordered the unit to follow!
As Rowena followed closely, she focused her attention.
After Su Fan left, she had delved deep into her consciousness to communicate with the souls of the twelve previous witches.
As the final witch, Rowena possessed greater talent and psychic power than all of them.
What Lasher could do, she could do too!
Right now, she was using the element of wind to search the surroundings for any enemies lying in ambush!
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As Su Fan sprinted onward, the scenery blurred past him.
After eliminating the ambushers earlier, more and more cultists kept appearing to block his path.
Those who knew dark arts used various means to try and stop him.
Those who knew nothing didn’t just stand by either; they used their bodies to slow him down.
Comrades were slain, they themselves were pierced through the chest, their heads severed.
But until their last dying second, they all wore smiles.
Su Fan advanced over a trail of corpses. Whenever he encountered a formation or spell, he used Five Thunder Talismans without hesitation.
Those who lunged at him were mercilessly cut down by his flying sword!
“Almost there!”
The closer he got, the stronger the evil aura he felt.
Finally, he arrived before a house at the northwest corner of the community!
With a wave of Su Fan’s hand, a violent whirlwind materialized out of thin air.
Then, an incredibly strong tornado rapidly swelled, taking shape in an instant and sweeping away the house with irresistible force.
Plants in the front yard were uprooted and flung into the sky.
Walls, floors, beams.
The very structure supporting the house, along with its furniture, was shredded by the gale, not a single tile remaining!
Before the storm had even subsided, a crimson magic circle emerged on the ground.
The hexagram symbol gradually dimmed, while conversely, Paimon’s sigil grew brighter and brighter.
Six cultists stood at each point of the former hexagram, smiles on their faces as they looked at the unconscious youth in the center.
The youth had black hair and delicate, androgynous features; without an Adam’s apple, it would be impossible to tell his gender.
From the basement passage behind them, naked figures began to crawl out continuously.
Each clutched a dagger, smiling as they unhesitatingly severed their own heads!
Blood gushed forth, constantly soaking the magic circle on the ground.
The crimson light began to flow, as if it were blood being pumped by a heart through veins!
Su Fan focused his will.
In the gloomy sky, a flash of silver streaked across like a meteor, heading straight for the head of the cultist presiding over the ritual below!
“Clang!”
A sharp, piercing clash erupted, and with it spread a wave of residual energy.
The buildings that had luckily survived the earlier collapse were also severed by the rippling energy!
A continuous rumble echoed as all houses within a fifty-meter radius collapsed entirely!
Su Fan formed a sword gesture with his fingers, channeling spiritual energy, but the flying sword in the air remained unable to advance!
So hard!
Even his Imperial Sword Technique just now couldn’t penetrate the circle’s protection?!
Realizing this, Su Fan immediately took out the Five Thunder Talismans from his robe and scattered them!
Nine bolts of lightning struck the circle without pause, erupting simultaneously with the flying sword hanging in mid-air!
Almost at the exact same moment Su Fan unleashed the talismans, the cultists at the six corners drew their daggers.
They swung their blades, slicing through skin, severing windpipes and arteries—blood sprayed forth!
Their heads, not yet completely severed, hung down attached only by bits of flesh—a horrifying sight!
One by one, transparent human figures invisible to ordinary eyes floated up from the bodies.
Then they vanished into the pale blue light in the sky.
With the sacrifice of lives and souls, the light grew stronger and stronger, more than doubling in size!
The blood of all the dead within the community coalesced into a river of blood that pierced the sky and merged into the magic circle!
Seeing this, all the cultists laughed and jumped, singing and dancing like madmen.
In the midst of this carnival, without any warning, they all crumbled into pieces!
Bones, flesh, organs—the fragments gradually coalesced into a huge, bizarre, four-legged creature.
It was a dromedary camel!
The camel’s body, built from human flesh and blood, was covered in human faces.
Men, women, old, young—all wore expressions of blissful satisfaction.
Such a grotesque scene would make anyone’s hair stand on end!
At that moment, lightning and the flying sword finally broke through the blockade and struck down!
Su Fan’s hand gestures changed.
A powerful force materialized upon the flying sword, radiating a cyan glow!
Demon Slayer!
The ritual was nearly complete; the youth’s soul was beyond saving.
Given the situation, slaying the demon was what Su Fan had to do!
The black-haired youth opened his eyes in mid-air. A bizarre scepter instantly materialized and raised to meet the descending flying sword!
The clash of metal reverberated through every corner of the community!
The sword flew back; Su Fan raised his hand to catch it, his gaze fixed intently on the youth before him.
The latter slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of crimson vertical pupils. He descended from the air, sitting atop the massive single-humped camel.
The corpses of the cultists with severed heads slowly rose to their feet, kneeling towards him…
The youth… no, it should be Paimon, turned his gaze towards Su Fan not far away…
