"Elder Ghostly!"
Even with a second-grade spirit spear propped against the ground, Marshall Tyler was still kneeling on one knee, continuously vomiting mouthfuls of blood.
The blood spattered and formed a glaring, eye-catching little stream on the ground before him.
Now, he felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, leaving him powerless to combat Wyatt Barnes.
In such dire straits, his only hope lay in the 'Ghost Fire' that lurked within his body.
However, this time the Ghost Fire did not respond to Marshall Tyler.
"Elder Ghostly, Elder Ghostly..."
Marshall Tyler continued to call out, his voice filled with urgency, but the Ghost Fire still did not respond to him, as if it had completely disappeared.
At this point, Marshall Tyler sensed that something was amiss.
For a moment, he couldn't help but struggle to lift his head, looking towards the purple-clad youth who was steadily approaching him.
