"David? He's actually not dead yet?"
Fang Qiong's face turned pale upon hearing this voice.
"No, he's already dead... or rather, he survived in the form of an evil spirit."
Fang Xing shook his head, gently leapt with Fang Qiong, and landed on the rooftop of a skyscraper.
From this vantage point, they could see a group of Transcendents from the 'Forest of Worms' besieging an evil spirit.
Just then, with a roar that sounded both like fury and like a declaration, the evil spirit's figure suddenly expanded, transforming into a giant of sludge several meters tall.
Countless black sludge covered the giant's body, revealing faint, twisted, hideous faces that brought extreme corrosion and corruption, darkness...
"The evil spirit of the Angel of Darkness, indeed extraordinary."
"The brilliance that blasphemes the Divine has become the angel's secret... It belongs to our Forest of Worms."
