Chapter 238: Circle Mountain, the Ghost Tribe
Thanks to his previous experience, John was already prepared.
So, the moment the cloud of black fog emerged, he launched a swift and fierce attack. A bright green talisman condensed in his palm, and he slapped it straight toward the fog.
But just as he was about to land the blow—
"Let me handle it!" Angela suddenly rushed forward. "I've got more experience dealing with evil things like this!"
She had been standing by while John did all the fighting, and now she clearly felt it was her turn to contribute.
With a shake of her Soul Calling Bell, she lunged at the writhing black fog.
John opened his mouth to warn her—this wasn't just any evil entity—but before he could speak, his eyes caught something unexpected: the bell in Angela's hand began glowing with a dark golden light, which immediately trapped the black fog inside a shimmering barrier.
"Eh? Angela... Something's up with your bell!" John said in surprise.
He vividly remembered the first time he encountered this kind of fog—even Lucifer's Eyes couldn't see through it. That alone had told him this thing was far from ordinary.
Yet here it was, trapped by Angela's Spirit Calling Bell.
Angela puffed out her chest proudly. "Of course! Did you think I just collect Demon Spirit Devices for fun? My Spirit Calling Bell is super powerful!"