The Exorcist responsible for drawing the Array was focused, while Taran and the others, standing on three sides of the Glass Pyramid building, had grim expressions. Their decision not to enter the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame had been correct. This Evil Spirit's reaction is so fast! Its strength definitely far exceeds that of a lesser Evil Spirit!

Feeling the Bizarre atmosphere around them gradually surging and churning, the guards all picked up their weapons, assumed their positions, and prepared to face the Evil Spirit's arrival.

Just as everyone had finished their battle preparations, a disdainful, hoarse voice suddenly echoed in their ears.

"Human Exorcists?"

The Bizarre voice was accompanied by countless cacophonous whispers, attempting to corrupt their minds.

"Stay sharp, the Bizarre is coming!" Taran's loud shout instantly alerted everyone. The Exorcists in charge of defense quickly roused their Spiritual Power, ready to launch their strongest attacks at any moment.

But in the next second, music with an incredibly strong rhythm—unlike anything they had ever heard—suddenly emanated from the Pyramid building before them. It carried a Bizarre power that attempted to surge into their ears.

"Not good! It's that Bizarre music! Everyone, channel your Spiritual Power at full strength! Control your own bodies and resist the invasion of the Evil Spirit's power!"

No sooner had Taran's warning sounded than similar loud warnings also came from Amita and Locke in the other two directions.

Although resisting this power was somewhat difficult, the alerted Exorcists, aided by their pre-prepared defensive equipment, managed to block the Bizarre's first offensive wave.

"Everyone, speed up! The Evil Spirit's strength might be stronger than we initially estimated."

Taran and Amita, who could freely use Spirit Essence, currently had Spiritual Energy Values exceeding two hundred, so resisting this Bizarre power was naturally not an issue for them.

However, seeing the strained expressions of the Exorcists under his command, Taran was still shocked. He hadn't expected the Evil Spirit to be so much more powerful than their prior estimates.

As for Locke in the northeast, although he did not have unrestricted access to Spirit Essence, his Talent was excellent. His Spiritual Power upon initial awakening was several times stronger than that of a normal Exorcist, so he fended off the Evil Spirit's assaults quite comfortably.

"It seems my Exorcist friends don't really like my hobbies, huh!"

After the raspy voice of the Evil Spirit echoed again, a nauseating, ugly, and bloated figure suddenly materialized in the air before Taran and the others.

Its body, resembling a meatball, was covered in various large and small tumors. Where its head should have been, there was nothing but a mass of black fog tinged with a red glow. This fog was dense and unscattering, seemingly serving as the Evil Spirit's brain.

On such a revolting and grotesque body, in stark contrast, hung a bright yellow wooden guitar, firmly affixed by several tumors to the Evil Spirit's torso.

"That's just disgusting!"

Listening to Manager Taran's sudden exclamation, the three people beside him nodded in agreement.

Since joining the Agency, they had undertaken countless Exorcism Tasks; this Evil Spirit was undoubtedly one of the ugliest and most repulsive they had ever encountered.

Of course, if Chu Feng were here now, he probably wouldn't think so. After all, the most disgusting Bizarre entity in his mind would always be the cockroach-humanoid from that underground parking lot. A sky full of swarming cockroaches was not something a few simple tumors could compare to.

"HAHAHA! This is beauty. You'll like it!"

Before the Evil Spirit finished speaking, the bald man beside Taran, wearing two fluorescent boxing gloves, suddenly clutched his own arm in pain.

"Touk, what's wrong?" Taran, though not daring to turn his head, asked with concern.

"I don't know, but it feels like there's a force inside my body, it... AHHH!"

The bald man's scream sent a chill through everyone. When had the Evil Spirit attacked?

The Evil Spirit's power was contained within the bald man's arm by his surging Spiritual Power, but it couldn't be expelled. He could only watch helplessly as tumors, similar to those on the Evil Spirit, slowly grew on his arm.

"Samor, help me with the Holy Water, hurry!"

Thanks to Chu Feng, the Agency maintained a good trade relationship with The Holy See. At least Holy Water wasn't scarce, and all of it was genuine.

Hearing the bald man's cry for help, Samor glanced at the Evil Spirit—currently held in check by the combined efforts of Taran and another Exorcist. He immediately retrieved a small vial from a pocket at his waist and rushed to Touk's side.

Seeing the fully formed tumors, he didn't hesitate. He directly shattered the glass vial of Holy Water over the bald man's arm, letting the liquid trickle down through his fingers onto the tumor-covered limb.

HISS.

A corrosive sound, accompanied by an unpleasant stench, suddenly arose, but a look of relief appeared on the bald man's face.

The crisis was averted; the tumors on his arm shriveled and fell off.

Touk, soaked in sweat and utterly drained, collapsed onto the ground. He panted at Samor beside him, "Quick... go help Manager Taran and the others! I'll join you as soon as I rest."

"OK!"

Samor nodded at the muscular bald man. Then, with an angry yell, he charged towards the battlefield.

Halfway there, another glass vial filled with Holy Water materialized in his hand.

CRACK. With a sharp sound, the vial broke, and Samor coated his iron fists with the flowing Holy Water.

BOOM.

The Evil Spirit, preoccupied by Taran and another Exorcist, didn't manage to dodge Samor's attack—or perhaps, it disdained to.

HISS.

Another corrosive sound, accompanied by an even more potent stench, erupted as Samor was sent flying by the Evil Spirit. A scorched fist imprint was now clearly visible on the Evil Spirit's chest.

"Holy Water? This doesn't seem to be The Holy See's territory, does it?"

The Evil Spirit caressed the fist imprint on its chest, feeling the searing pain, and its voice suddenly deepened.

Although Samor couldn't see the Evil Spirit's eyes, he suddenly felt a sharp pain pierce his brain.

Not good!

His Spiritual Perception flared with a warning. Realizing the danger, Samor stomped his left foot hard on the ground, instantly retreating more than ten meters. He had narrowly dodged the Evil Spirit, which appeared where he had just stood.

The next second, the Evil Spirit's taunting voice sounded right beside Samor.

"Little mouse, you run quite fast!"

BANG! Samor's large frame was sent flying. He crashed into the plaza, creating a large crater before skidding to a halt. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt

PFFT.

A mouthful of fresh blood spewed from Samor's mouth. Severely injured, he was momentarily unable to continue the fight.

Meanwhile, the teams led by Amita and Locke in the other two directions had naturally heard the sounds of battle from Taran's position.

"Manager Amita, should we go over and help?"