Chapter 889 - Let Me Paint for You

Even behind the door, there were not many Specters as mad as the painter. He was different from the other monsters; he could not be judged by conventional standard of good and evil. No one could tell what he was thinking, and no one could predict what he could do next, but one thing was for sure—this Red Specter was very scary. He would stop at nothing to reach his goal. He did not care about what other people thought, and he was not bound by morality. He did everything according to his own rules. This kind of person was very scary, and the man in the fog knew that.