Chapter 956 Working With the Malevolent Spirits
With that said, Fred knew that the jig was up. He tried to move, wanting to send out a call for help..
However, Wynter didn’t even give him the chance to attack her. So, of course, he would not have the opportunity to call for backup.
She had not beaten his face into a pulp because he would need to take a picture after he was detained. A spy like this must have his face at least recognizable in the photo.
Fred thought that she had put down her defenses as Wynter was scrolling through her phone..
He was just about to send out the signal when Wynter Inserted a needle into one of his acupuncture points.
Fred immediately fainted. The others wanted to run, so Wynter waved her hands and put down the barriers around the south end of the plaza.
Suddenly, endless malevolent spirits appeared before them. Those men had nowhere to run.
Who was this woman? Why did she practice such evil arts? Why were those malevolent spirits willingly listening to her?
The Foplyan cultivators‘ eyes widened in shock, but they could not avoid the spirits. The second they tried
to lift their legs, the spirits would pull them back down.
It was almost as if they were mocking them for their techniques of escaping and prohibiting them from
using their power.
Although Wynter was also using someone else’s power, the effect was completely different.
Avenging one’s country had been engraved into everyone’s DNA. It didn’t matter what they did in their past life, their wish to protect their country would always be there.
Those malevolent spirits were unwilling to sit still after hearing Wynter claim that those men were spies
from Foplya.
They were willing to spend the little fortune they had collected if it meant beating those Foplyan spies
into a pulp!
They
could always collect more fortune in the future. But it was not every day that those spirits could
meet Foplyan spies!
The men in black had thought that they would only face an angry Savior at best.
The medium had told them not to be scared even if there were signs that the Savior was about to be
reawakened.
He also claimed that as long as they had a certain object with them, they would be able to force the
Savior to continue his slumber.
Who would have thought that they would be defeated by a group of old souls? Looking at the baskets in
Chapter 956 Working With the Malevolent Spirits
their hands, it seemed that some of these spirits were out for groceries when they died.
The resentment coming from them was so overwhelming that the men in black felt breathless.
Those elderly folks were already dead, but once they pointed their fingers at the men’s faces, they felt a strong sense of dizziness.
The spirits didn’t even have to use any of their power. They were solely focused on attacking them.
Wynter allowed the spirits to do as they wished.
After handing them over to the furious spirits, Wynter went to tie Fred up. Then, she followed the aura and prepared to continue her search for Wolf.
However, a streak of white hair caught her attention.
Wynter didn’t care about who the Savior was. But she knew that certain cultivators were willing to lay out ginormous traps just to catch the Savior.
That was because the Savior’s flesh and blood could help a cultivator in their path to ascension.
But Wynter did not approve of such behavior. Cascadia had also claimed that hunting such a protected species was prohibited.
That wasn’t the only problem. Wynter couldn’t understand their morals, either. Hence, Wynter had always kept a distance from cultivators who would carry out such practices.
Cultivators could ascend through enlightenment, or they could ascend after collecting offerings and faith from the malevolent spirits.
She didn’t understand why cultivators would insist on using such means to ascend.
Not to mention, the people who had set their eyes on the Savior this time were from Foplya,
Wynter did not hesitate as she sent her location to the Special Unit. She then ordered them to apprehend the people here and bring them back for interrogation.
As for the Savior, Wynter walked to the corner and saw a young boy holding a knife. He was leaning against the wall and looked slightly desperate.
There was a baseball cap beside him. His white hair cascaded down, blocking his eyes from her view.
Meanwhile, his face and neck were covered in blood, while his leg seemed broken. His clothes were also tattered and torn.
However, that was not what caught Wynter’s attention. Instead, she was shocked by the fact that she had met him before.
