154. Another Mask

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Thud, thud, thud...

The footsteps inevitably sounded.

A group of people, continuing to walk forward.

James and Homier kept a close watch on the bandaged female Evil Spirit at the rear.

But as time ticked away, the Evil Spirit never made a move.

The other Exorcists, despite being aware of the Evil Spirit behind them, were running low on resources and could only quicken their pace in an effort to leave.

Only by doing so could they be of any help to James and everyone else.

At the back, James caressed his flintlock gun, feeling the cold that was slowly creeping into his skin, and an inexplicable irritation settling in his heart.

Suddenly, when they reached a rather enclosed area.

The team stopped, and James almost bumped into the Exorcist in front of him, staggering involuntarily.

"Why have we stopped?"

Nobody answered...

The silence was as though death itself.