Bailuo stared blankly as wisps of black fog drifted away from Monica's body.
That fog had a profoundly evil aura, such that even a clueless infant gazing upon it would immediately conjure the first impression in their mind, "That is the ultimate bad thing."
To an adventurer, that kind of fog was more dangerous than a giant dragon's claws and fangs, and anyone who saw it would understand that the aura was the embodiment of evil.
But at that moment, Bailuo watched wide-eyed as the black fog, representing evil, dissipated into white smoke under the emerald light.
Initially, Monica had appeared to Bailuo as a filthy, person-shaped lump of coal, but as the emerald light continuously purged her body, the coal turned gradually white, revealing her true form.
Dozens of seconds passed, and Monica gasped for breath, wailing in Lin Da's embrace. Her 1.7-meter witch form was purified by Lin Da back into her original shape.
