The motorcycle sped along the tracks, and Tulin’s face looked a bit grim because he had received intelligence from the telegraph machine — Chaos was massively invading underground, and in the north, at least six camps had lost contact. The telegram used one word to describe the number of Chaos: tidal wave. In comparison, the specters at Stafford Camp were nothing. Moreover, because Malin had dealt with Chaos at several fallen camps earlier, there were fewer Chaos along the way. Even if there were any, they posed no threat in front of Malin. Therefore, when they passed Dunfris Camp Station, Tulin got off to warn the Camp Master — the Camp Master had already received the news and was planning to lead people south to Stafford for refuge since he believed the north was under attack. If it weren’t for Tulin and the others arriving, the people in this camp might have all lost their lives. Since the south was no longer a viable option, the Camp Master decisively began directing the camp civilians to use hand-cranked railcars to head north. The first batch was the local guards, who were heading north to enter the electrical room, activate the purple light system, and bring the entire tunnel under protection. When the second batch of civilians started their journey, the guards at the southern tunnel entrance reported a problem — the guards heading south to the electrical room were overdue; they hadn’t managed to activate the purple light system. Now the tunnel lights they saw had started flickering. This almost certainly indicated a powerful Spiritual Body was inside the tunnel, but it hadn’t attacked yet, leaving these guards feeling both terrified and a bit puzzled. Tulin and Hal immediately turned their gaze to Malin. Malin nodded: "I’ll go meet this guy." Honestly, a Spiritual Body with consciousness, aware there’s danger ahead, is no ordinary existence, so Malin wanted to confront this spirit. "A child! Lord Tulin! Lord Hal! How can you let a child go to his death!" The Camp Master didn’t know Malin’s identity, but his words made Malin smile. Initially, Malin didn’t have much fondness for these North American folks, but this time, he felt the determination and courage on this middle-aged fat man’s face: "Camp Master Lin En, I appreciate your courage, but I am not weak." After speaking, Malin cast a Healing Spell on him, healing the ailments in the Camp Master’s leg. With such a miraculous demonstration, Camp Master Lin En looked embarrassed when glancing at Tulin and Hal. Both Tulin and Hal merely smiled — in their view, the Camp Master’s courage had earned Malin’s favor. Likewise, a Camp Master who could speak up for a stranger child wasn’t likely a villain. Perhaps that’s why the guards at the south gate hadn’t fled, and the civilians evacuating, railcar by railcar, unit by unit, hadn’t panicked either. Because they had a good Camp Master. "I’ll go take a look, don’t worry." With that, Malin blinked directly to the southern tunnel entrance. At this moment, the tunnel lights were flickering wildly, like a rock ’n’ roll rhythm, and as soon as Malin arrived, the screeching of a Vengeful Spirit rang out, causing half of the lights to explode, while the other half continued to function normally. Malin shook his head — this Vengeful Spirit had fled. The head guard on duty noticed Malin, thinking he was some kid, and yelled at him to get away quickly, mixing curses in his shouts. Considering the anxious look on the guard’s face, Malin smiled and backed away a bit. Then the remaining lights started exploding again. Malin’s expression turned grim — little bastard, hell has a path you don’t take, heaven no door you choose to barge in, if you’re gonna act up, then you’re not leaving! With a slap of a Dimensional Anchor, Malin pulled out the World Tree Sapling, blinked through the defense line, and in the darkness, the screeching Vengeful Spirit slammed into the tunnel wall. Seeing Malin face-to-face at this moment, it wanted to escape, but unfortunately, Malin was determined not to let it go this time. The Dimensional Anchor restricted all displacement abilities within the area, although Malin had modified the spell formation, so his own movements in and out were smooth. As it hit the wall, Malin raised his hand, throwing the stored Silver Powder over the Vengeful Spirit’s head. This was improved Silver Powder, with soul-condensing effects on all spirit targets — meaning it could temporarily materialize this Vengeful Spirit — of course, not true materialization, just enough to make it susceptible to the apprentices’ Quicksilver Bullets. Nowadays, in Westland and Eastern Land, ordinary Vengeful Spirits no longer have prestige, being pathetic entities that even apprentices can kill. This Vengeful Spirit condensed into the form of a man, presumably its appearance before death, with scars all over its face, seemingly tortured before dying. But it was a Vengeful Spirit and very jumpy. If it could speak human language, Malin might listen to its grievances, but now the only thing Malin could do was cut this guy into pieces with one strike, as the World Tree Sapling has special effects against Vengeful Spirits. With just one slash, the formidable Vengeful Spirit, in Malin’s eyes, was ignited, losing its abilities, crawling through the tunnel, wails unending, while Malin carried the wooden sword, returned to the front of the tunnel’s defense line, jumped over the line, and patted the wide-eyed dog beside the stunned guard captain.