Demonic Neonate had just swallowed the purple crystal when her grayish-purple irises darkened. In a moment, they turned dark-purple.
Before Zhou Wen could carefully size her up, she automatically transformed into a dark beam of light that returned to him.
Zhou Wen sensed that Demonic Neonate's consciousness was gradually blurring. Zhou Wen had experienced this many times. It was a sign that she was about to evolve.
He reached out to pick up the white object on the ground and held it in his hand to stroke it.
Zhou Wen had definitely never seen it before, but its outer shell was almost identical to Zhou Wen's mysterious phone. Be it the color or texture, there was no difference.
