Bang, bang, bang-
Bullets instantly flew toward the evil spirit charging at them, punching into his flesh with a series of wet thuds and erupting in bursts of electricity and light.
But just one volley made the soldiers' expressions change drastically.
Their exorcism bullets barely even made the evil spirit stumble. They could not inflict any meaningful damage at all.
This evil spirit's energy level far exceeded that of the lesser ghosts they had faced in training!
"Move!"
The Witcher barked a warning. His gaze darkened as he strode toward the evil spirit, sword in hand, continuously chanting an exorcism spell.
In an instant.
He suddenly raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
A pale silver bullet sliced through the air and struck the evil spirit between the brows, erupting in a dazzling burst of holy light.
The blow instantly drove the evil spirit back several steps.
Having landed his shot, the Witcher narrowed his eyes. His burning blade suddenly cut through the air, and with a gliding step, he swept it toward the evil spirit's shoulder.
Clang-
The blade sliced across the evil spirit's body, but the Witcher's pupils abruptly contracted.
That slash had failed to cut him in two. Instead, it felt as though the blade had struck steel, leaving only a shallow gash in the flesh of his shoulder.
Not good!
At that moment.
He immediately realized just how powerful this evil spirit really was.
Yet as he sprang backward, expecting the evil spirit to seize the opening and deliver a fatal blow, the evil spirit seemed not to notice them at all. His eyes were frantic and terrified. He kicked the sword aside and scrambled past them, running desperately toward the edge of the village.
It was as though something utterly terrifying was hunting him, leaving