After some time, the wicked spirit in the green smoke had expanded to an unimaginable size. The entire arena was at least thirty meters tall, yet it had already reached the ceiling.
Throughout the whole process, the wicked spirit remained silent, just like a puppet.
When Bodhisattva Spirit King noticed, he pointed his finger and made the grey trail of presence thinner, slowing down the power output.
He then shook his head and said, "Brother Dragon, it seems that this venue is unable to accommodate this creature anymore."
"No matter, I can just compress it a little," Vigilante A responded as he, too, stretched out his finger.
Just like a soaked sponge that had just been squeezed, the marionette-like wicked spirit shrunk rapidly. However, its form seemed to be getting stronger, whereas its entire body was emitting an eerily horrifying presence.
