Evil Spirit Du Wei looked down from on high.
Gazing upon the white face, it spoke in a chilling tone, "You're much stronger than I thought, yet you lurk in this world, never making a move even when I first appeared."
"You only dare to hide in this haunted place, using the Veda Sect to probe me."
"Are you truly that afraid of me?"
The white face occupied half the world.
And Evil Spirit Du Wei alone took up the other half.
In such a level of confrontation, the role of the spirits was like a wedge.
Fixing the world.
Making it unable to escape.
Moreover, the Everlasting Flower was also enveloping this world.
It simply couldn't escape.
At this moment.
The instant it saw him, Evil Spirit Du Wei determined its rank—Four Pillars.
And it also learned its true name.
Paimon...
One of the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon.
Similarly.
It also knew the true name of Evil Spirit Du Wei.
That white face, at this instance, faintly resembled Du Wei.
It opened its mouth.
