The Evil Spirit Du Wei was in freefall.
It was being pulled deep beneath the surface of Massas City.
Darkness engulfed the surroundings.
Once, when Alex had helped it investigate Massas City, he had mentioned that the foundations of the entire city had been hollowed out last century.
Indeed, it was so.
Yet the Evil Spirit Du Wei was not panicked; it observed coldly from the sidelines.
Even now, when it could only exert a third of its power, it feared no danger.
So-called conspiracies and schemes were mere jokes in the face of absolute power.
Moreover, its wisdom was sufficient to deal with everything.
"Let me see which Demon God has pulled me into the depths," the Evil Spirit Du Wei said, its pupils constricting as it sought the source that had dragged it down, plummeting even faster.
It felt as though it was nearing hell.
But it felt exceedingly comfortable.
It was always meant to stand in darkness, looking indifferently upon the world it loathed.
Soon...
