Jackie Chan: The Supreme Sorcerer, invited by his father to come out of seclusion.

Chapter 158 Break Through the Encirclement! Use the Talisman!

The talismans, when applied to the black warriors, unleashed a purifying light, making their bodies ethereal and unstable! The holy water energy that struck them was like being doused with sulfuric acid, melting large holes directly into their black bodies!

"Roar!" Although the black energy warriors were temporarily blocked, they were fearless and felt no pain, and continued to surge forward madly!

Hanging in mid-air, Jackie Chan and his father saw that the two below had temporarily regained their footing, and a glimmer of hope appeared in their eyes. Jackie Chan twisted his body desperately, trying to break free of his restraints, but the black energy was like a leech, exceptionally tenacious!

"True! Cover!" Sheriff Black fired as he retreated quickly, throwing several special talismans at Jackie Chan and Uncle who were hanging there!

"Understood!" Tru roared, his massive body like a mobile fortress, swinging his huge fists and smashing several black-qi warriors who tried to approach away! The faint positive energy on his fists was not enough to completely destroy these monsters, but it was enough to temporarily repel them!

Those special talismans were precisely affixed to the black energy binding Jackie Chan and his father!

Om-!

The talisman shone with an even brighter light than before, seemingly containing some kind of power to break free from its restraints! The black energy binding the two fluctuated violently, and its color began to fade!

"Now!" A glint flashed in Jackie Chan's eyes, and he suddenly exerted force in his waist, performing a beautiful somersault!

Click!

The already fragile black energy binding snapped instantly! Jackie Chan landed steadily on the ground!

Almost simultaneously, the restraints on his father's body were also broken by the power of the talisman. He flipped over, and although his posture was not as dashing as Jackie Chan's, he landed safely.

"Ugh! I was suffocating!" As soon as he landed, Dad wiped the lingering black breath from his mouth and complained in a strong voice, "That bastard Ximu! Once I find something to control him, I'm going to hang him up like a wind chime!"

"Dad! This isn't the time to talk about this!" Jackie Chan quickly came to his father's side, warily watching the black-clad warriors who were closing in again.

"Sheriff Black! Tru!" Jackie Chan shouted.

"Jackie Chan! Daddy!" Seeing the two of them free, Blake and Tru were greatly encouraged!

"These monstrous things are endless!" Jackie Chan frowned, watching the black energy warriors that had been scattered and then reformed. "We must find a way to completely purify them, or find their energy source!"

"The source is probably Westwood!" Old Man said, quickly pulling out various bottles, jars, and talismans from his pocket. "But I still have ways to deal with these small fry! Tru! Sheriff Black! Jackie Chan! Buy me some time!"

"No problem!" the three responded in unison, immediately forming a temporary defensive formation to protect their father in the middle.

Jackie Chan moved like a nimble cheetah through the ranks of the dark energy warriors. His martial arts skills had limited effect on these energy beings, but he always managed to use the terrain and his finesse to lure them away or temporarily trip them. Sheriff Black's holy water gun and talismans relentlessly poured fire, suppressing the dark energy warriors' offensive. Tru, on the other hand, stood like an impregnable wall, using his massive body and strength to withstand the greatest impacts!

Beneath the bridge, a fierce battle erupted between mortals and the minions of darkness!

"Drink!" Jackie Chan sidestepped and narrowly dodged the claws of a black-clad warrior. He then grabbed a discarded steel pipe and swung it up, smashing it hard into the warrior's waist!

boom!

The black-clad warrior's body swayed as it was struck, its energy dissipating, but in just two seconds, it reformed, its crimson gaze locking onto Jackie Chan once more!

"These guys are really tough!" Jackie Chan used the momentum to retreat, creating distance between himself and another black-clad warrior charging at him, his brow furrowed. Physical attacks were having little effect, only temporarily hindering them.

"Tru! To the left!" Sheriff Black shouted, firing his holy water gun again. The silver energy bullet accurately struck a black-fume warrior who was trying to sneak up on Tru's back, sending black energy splattering everywhere.

"Roar!" Tru roared, his massive fist slamming down with a whooshing sound, sending the two black-armored warriors in front of him flying backward, crashing into the bridge pier and temporarily dissipating into black smoke. But his enormous body had also withstood several attacks, and several holes corroded by the black energy had appeared on his dark jacket, revealing the scorched skin underneath.

"Dad! Hurry up! There are too many of these things!" Tru shouted anxiously while fending off the new attacks.

"Hey! I know, I know! What's the rush!" The old man, protected in the middle, moved his hands rapidly, mixing various colored powders and liquids in a small ceramic bowl while chanting incantations. The obscure syllables were faintly audible amidst the intense fighting sounds. Several blank talismans floated in front of him, and as he chanted, pale golden patterns began to appear.

"Although their energy cores are weak, they all originate from the same source!" the old man explained without looking up. "As long as we use righteous energy to trigger resonance, we can purify a large area at once!"

Just then, seven or eight more black-armored warriors emerged from the shadows deeper into the bridge arch and joined the battle, instantly increasing the pressure on the already strained defense line!

"The numbers are still increasing!" Sheriff Black's face was grave; his holy water ammunition and spells were being consumed rapidly.

Jackie Chan dodged and weaved, using bridge piers and debris to maneuver around the area, but his space was constantly shrinking. He saw a black-clad warrior bypass Tru's defenses and rush straight at his father, who was casting a spell!

"Dad, watch out!" Jackie Chan exclaimed in alarm, trying to come to the rescue but was held back by two black-clad warriors!

"Hmph!" The old man saw that the black warrior's claws were about to grab him, but he just snorted coldly. His left hand was still maintaining the spell, while his right hand grabbed an iron shovel from the ground next to him with lightning speed. Without even looking, he stabbed it backward!

puff!

The iron spike pierced the black-clad warrior's chest with precision. A faint stream of righteous energy flowed through the spike, and the black-clad warrior let out a silent shriek. His body, like a piece of paper on fire, quickly turned to ashes!

"Oh dear, I used to practice this when I was young!" The old man shook off the iron shovel, a hint of pride on his face, but his spellcasting speed did not decrease at all.

Jackie Chan was stunned, but then felt somewhat relieved.

"Alright!" Finally, the old man shouted, and the talisman in front of him shone brightly with golden light! He then splashed the mixed golden liquid, which emitted a strange fragrance, from the earthenware bowl onto the talisman!

Om-!

The golden light surged instantly, transforming into a visible golden shockwave that spread outwards from the father's center!

"Purify with righteous energy!"

Golden waves of light, like a warm tide, swept across the entire bridge arch!

The warriors, composed of pure black energy, seemed to have met their nemesis the moment they came into contact with this pure righteous energy! They let out a shrill, silent shriek, and their bodies melted and disintegrated rapidly, like ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun!

In just a few breaths, the dozens of black-qi warriors under the bridge were completely purified by this golden light wave, leaving not a trace of black qi behind!

"Phew...phew..." Jackie Chan, Tru, and Sheriff Black all breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the empty underpass, their tense nerves finally relaxing.

"Done!" Dad clapped his hands, a tired yet triumphant smile on his face. "Dating these small fry, Dad's got a way of doing it!"

However, the crisis is not completely over.

"Ximu escaped." Sheriff Black looked in the direction Ximu had disappeared, his tone heavy. "He absorbed the power of those dark containers and has probably become even stronger."

Jackie Chan walked over to his father and supported his swaying body: "Dad, are you alright?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that I've used up a lot of energy." The old man waved his hand, but his face was indeed a little pale. "The most important thing now is that bastard Ximu, he's definitely gone to find the Holy Lord!"

"Holy Lord?" Tru asked in confusion.

"Hmm," the old man nodded, his eyes grave. "Ximu's target is probably something in the Holy Lord's hands, something... even more dangerous!"

(End of this chapter)