His mouth was sealed with duct tape, and he could only move his neck and eyes. The middle-aged man had been fast asleep. A cross-shaped symbol, drawn with Holy Water, adorned his forehead, granting him a clarity he hadn't experienced in a long time.
But now, the sound of Su Zhou's voice startled him awake. The man glanced around, realized his predicament, and immediately began to struggle in astonishment, letting out muffled whimpers.
WHOOSH!
Just as he began to struggle, a Long Spear swept past, kicking up a Gale. Its spiraling tip came to a steady stop, pointed directly at the middle-aged man's forehead.
A violet-blue Demon Fire burned at the tip of the spear. While it gave off a magnificent Spiritual Light like a nebula, it also made the man, who had been trying to cry out, clamp his mouth shut.
