"SCREEECH—"
The short man let out a long cry. With a flourish of his long staff, the entire weapon erupted with a WHOOSH, bursting into a layer of purple flames. He then brought the staff up to meet the heavily made-up woman's nails.
At the same time, the tall woman brandished the Vajra Pestle in her hand. The air roiled violently, and water vapor suddenly condensed around her. Then, wave after wave of this turbulence, carrying the vapor with it, surged toward that Heihe River of vengeful souls.
"BOOM!"
The massive explosion was followed by a series of sharp cracks.
The short man and the heavily made-up woman exchanged dozens of blows in an instant. The purple flames had already reached the woman's nails, but with the Yin Qi swirling around her, she easily extinguished the fire.
