Chapter 57

He performed a series of hand seals, establishing barriers and formations, actions that seemed bizarre to the guards. They didn't care and charged forward.

"Crash."

"Ah...Ah...A...There's a ghost!"

"Crack..."

One by one, the burly men fell, some being thrown far away. The remaining men's pupils constricted, not understanding why this was happening. Atticus hadn't made any significant moves, but they couldn't touch him, despite their numbers.

Wasn't this like a ghost?

"Handle it yourself. We only deal with people, not ghosts. Get out of here!" The leader said, leading his subordinates to run outside.

They had never seen anything so strange before.

It wasn't a ghost, but some kind of dark arts. They'd rather risk their lives fighting than face something so bizarre and unknown.

"Hey... hey... you guys." Farley called after them.

He felt t