Inside the villa.
With a snap...
Du Wei snapped his fingers.
The lighter placed on the coffee table began to levitate as if an invisible pair of hands were controlling it, pressing it directly.
A red flame danced underneath the envelope.
At this moment.
The envelope still had not grasped the situation.
It had no idea that Du Wei had already fused with the Evil Spirit Du Wei, becoming indistinguishable from each other.
Before, it didn't matter how they fought.
Even if the shadow had killed the Evil Spirit Du Wei, Du Wei wouldn't have cared, might even have admired the shadow for it.
But the fact was that they had fused.
To stab the Evil Spirit Du Wei was to stab Du Wei himself.
And yet, the envelope signed its own death warrant, betraying its two-faced nature and attempting to fawn over what it believed was the "Evil Spirit Du Wei" in frenzied flattery.
