Are You Laughing at Me?

Xilos's loathing for the Black Fog's corruption was not limited to herself. That revulsion, born from the depths of her soul, clearly made her exceptionally disgusted by the Black Fog emanating from others as well.

Seeing Xilos's slightly embarrassed expression, Wen Ke'er felt incredibly conflicted.

"I wouldn't call it much of a gain." Xilos spoke after a slight pause and took the small bead floating above Shen Yi's hand.

Despite being separated by a restriction and two different layers of power.

Upon sensing Xilos's aura, the Black Fog within actually seemed to find a direction, continuously gathering toward her.

Within the small space inside the sphere, the Black Fog surged against its walls like a tide. As Xilos lightly tapped it with her finger, the already gathered mist converged ever more clearly upon the black lines on the bead's surface that had been thoroughly permeated.

"So the Spirit of Purity is useless against the Black Fog aura on you?"

Narrowing her eyes as she watched Xilos inspect the sphere, Fei Mi spoke softly.

At this moment, Xilos's aura was not strong. Even the power visible around her was merely the most fundamental, purest flame, without a trace of impurity.

But once her aura was stirred significantly, or she herself unleashed an exceptionally powerful force, her flames would carry an inexplicable aura.

Fei Mi had noticed it earlier in the Void Cage, but that aura had been too faint for her to draw any conclusions.

But if even the Spirit of Purity could not completely strip it away, then what kind of thing—or what kind of being—could fully purify the Black Fog corruption on her?

Honestly, even drawing upon the Succubus race's memories, Fei Mi could not think of an answer.

"It works."

Xilos nodded, giving Fei Mi and the others,