Yeah, but not because of anything magical. Myrk is a physical thing (made of Ectoplasm) and the sprinklers cut through it like they would smoke, not for any mystical reason. That's how Harry explained it anyway.
Harry made a metaphor, don't take it literally. Here's a paragraph on his thinking:
"An empowered circle could cut the power to the spell from the other side of the equation, isolating the
hobs from the flow of energy outside the circle. But the circle would need to encompass the entire
freaking building. I doubted the hobs would be considerate enough to let me run outside and sprint
around an entire Chicago city block to fire up a circle. Besides, I didn’t have that much chalk. Running
water can ground out a spell if there’s enough of it, but given that we were inside a building, that wasn’t in
the cards. So how the hell was I supposed to cut off this stupid spell, given the pathetic resources I had?
It isn’t like there are a whole lot of ways to rob a widespread working of its power.
My nose throbbed harder, and I leaned my head back, turning my face upward. Sometimes doing that
seemed to reduce the pressure and ease the pain a little. I stared up at the office ceiling, which had been
installed at a height of ten or eleven feet, rather than leaving the place open to the cavernous reaches of
the old station, and beat my head against the proverbial wall. The ceiling was one of those drop-down
setups, a metal framework supporting dreary yet cost-effective rectangles of acoustic material,
interrupted every few yards by the ugly little cowboy spur of an automatic firefighting sprinkler."
The sprinklers ALSO erode his own magic (before the Murk, actually).