"Alright, you all just keep attacking. I'm going to rest now!"

Seeing that the Bizarre's attack couldn't shake the barrier of the Four Symbols Spirit Trapping Formation, Chu Feng chuckled and turned to walk towards the building.

But clearly, Chu Feng's disparaging behavior completely enraged the Bizarre lurking in the shadows.

After the ripples on the barrier settled and vanished, figures of Bizarre snowmen began to emerge continuously from the accumulated snow around the building.

In just a moment, the entire building was encircled by the snowmen.

The snowmen had pitch-black eyeballs and fresh red, bizarre corners on their mouths. A sweeping glance from them instantly woke the guards outside the building from their drowsiness.

"Fuck! Everyone, look outside! What are those things?"

A loud shout from beside them jolted all the guards awake; even some civilians near the windows vaguely heard the sudden outcry.

Following the sound, people turned to look into the distance.

The next second, everyone's breath caught.

"Bizarre... It's the Bizarre!"

Ear-piercing screams woke everyone.

"What do we do? Who will save us?"

"What's wrong? What's all the noise? That's... Fuck! Help..."

"Oh God! Save your faithful!" An old woman, clutching a wooden cross tightly, prayed with a trembling voice.

"..."

While everyone inside and outside the building was in a panic, a lazy voice, not loud but exceptionally clear, instantly reached everyone's ears.

"What's the panic? I'm still here!

"If the barrier outside ever breaks, you can panic then. It won't be too late!"

The magnetic voice carried a reassuring power.

Almost instantly, everyone's anxious restlessness subsided.

"Right, Mr. Chu Feng is still here! With him here, what are you afraid of?"

"Look, the Bizarre can't get in! They're all blocked outside!"

"Thank God! I knew it, we wouldn't come to harm!"

"Sorry, God didn't come. Mr. Chu Feng is the one saving you."

A bald man nearby, tattooed and clearly non-religious, glanced disdainfully at the old woman.

"God is everywhere. Besides, it's rumored that Mr. Chu Feng is also a member of The Holy See, so he must be the messenger sent by the Lord to save us."

Though intimidated by the bald man's muscular build, the old woman, because her faith had been disparaged, mustered the courage to quietly retort.

"Sorry, we haven't heard that rumor. At least Mr. Chu Feng has never worn the robes of The Holy See, nor has he ever worn a cross!"

It wasn't the bald man who spoke, but his punk-dressed girlfriend beside him.

What the bald man's girlfriend said was true. The old woman's lips quivered, but she didn't speak further.

After all, she had only heard that Mr. Chu Feng was a member of The Holy See.

"Now, if there's nothing else, you may use the restroom and then return to sleep quietly. Don't let what's happening outside affect your sweet dreams.

"A good night's sleep is very important!"

Chu Feng's voice once again reached everyone in the building, its inherent power compelling them to quiet down involuntarily.

After glancing at one another, most people, although still anxious, quietly returned to their spots.

Chu Feng was already lying in his bed. Seeing that the noisy voices outside had finally stopped, he relaxed and slowly closed his eyes.

Finally, it's quiet!

...

At Eielson Air Force Base, inside a room full of screens.

An aged Dalton stood beside the technicians, his face grim.

"What's the matter? Is the signal still not connecting?"

The Military technician frowned and shook his head.

"It's no use. We haven't detected any signal from there. Either it's being interfered with by Bizarre power, or the equipment there isn't running at all."

"Felix may be somewhat arrogant, but he wouldn't take this lightly, as it concerns his future prospects."

Dalton shook his head. Although he looked down on the other man, he didn't believe he would make such a significant oversight.

"Then it must be due to interference from Bizarre power. We can only wait for them to complete their mission and return before we get the footage!"

The Military technician shrugged, stopped trying to connect to the video signal, and rose from his seat, heading towards the door.

"Mr. Dalton, I'll come back when Colton and Felix return. This is a waste of time."

His tone was somewhat playful. It was obvious that this Military technician did not hold the sharply dressed, meddlesome old man in high regard.

"You..." As the door closed, Dalton's face turned red with anger, his finger pointing at the door, trembling.

BANG!

Despite his rage, Dalton could only slam an unidentified document from the table to the ground. On his own, he couldn't affect the Military in any way.

If it weren't for the backing of the Rockefeller Family, he probably wouldn't even be able to enter the gates of the Air Force Base.

Felix, you bastard, you'd better complete your mission quickly!

He had been working for the Rockefeller Family for at least twenty years, and this was the first time he had been treated this way!

As Dalton sat in his chair catching his breath, two dazzling lights suddenly appeared on a distant road leading to Eielson Air Force Base.

When the two beams of light drew closer, the sentry at the Air Force Base's front gate realized they were the headlights of armored vehicles.

A few minutes later, an assistant rushed in. "Mr. Dalton, Mr. Felix and Captain Colton have returned! However..."

At this sudden report, Dalton's face lit up with joy. "Quick, have them bring the footage over!

"We must send the video back immediately!"

After hearing Dalton's orders, the assistant didn't move. Instead, he said with a grim expression, "Mr. Dalton, Mr. Felix..."

Hearing the assistant's hesitant words, an unpleasant premonition crossed Dalton's mind.

The next second, his worry became reality.

"Mr. Felix's mission failed! Of the two Exorcism teams, only Captain Colton and Mr. Felix returned!

"As for the others... it's presumed..."

The assistant raised his head slightly, glanced carefully at Dalton, and chose not to continue.

But obviously, in the face of the Bizarre, the likelihood of the others' survival was nearly zero.

"Fuck! Damn it! Those sons of bitches..." A stream of curses burst from the old man's mouth.

Dalton's behavior at that moment was clearly at odds with the fine and expensive suit he wore.