The Evil Spirit stretched out a withered black hand tipped with sharp nails and clawed viciously at the phantom figure.
It caught no solid body at all, merely passing straight through.
The Evil Spirit seemed stunned as well.
After standing there blankly for a second, it watched helplessly as the phantom figure turned into smoke and vanished.
The Evil Spirit had no subjective thoughts and could not judge what was happening before it. But so long as the "enemy" disappeared, within the limits of its reflexive awareness, that meant it had dealt with the "trouble" once again.
The scarlet in its eyes slowly faded, reverting to grayish-white pupils.
The whole impression it gave also changed from violent fury to emptiness. It returned to being a wandering Evil Spirit and headed deeper into the dense forest, toward an unknown path.
From beginning to end, it had not even glanced at Uriel lying unconscious on the ground...
Seeing this, Angel also let out a sigh of relief.
After using an illusion to create an "archer" and attack the Evil Spirit, his greatest concern had been that the Evil Spirit would regard Uriel as an enemy too and vent its rage on him.
Now, it seemed that concern had been unnecessary.
That made sense.
When the caravan members had attacked the Evil Spirit before, its retaliation had only targeted those who had struck it. The onlookers had merely been affected by the Whispering Curse and had not been directly hunted down by the Evil Spirit.
The same had been true at Withered Tree Stronghold. The reason the Forty Thieves had ultimately managed to leave so many survivors was also this.
It had to be said that this was an Evil Spirit with "principles."
Once the Evil Spirit had gone completely far away, Angel