Without the explosion of modern and contemporary knowledge... how could the ancients' understanding possibly compare to mine?
Xisthos was filled with intense confidence.
The next instant, the Truth Balance in his hand suddenly rose into the air, radiating a brilliant glow.
A massive phantom projected outward, the balance constantly swaying as though weighing the knowledge each side possessed.
Then, its other end tipped toward the evil spirit as though crushed beneath a giant boulder.
It was as if Xisthos's side held nothing more than a feather...
How is that possible?
Xisthos was utterly astonished. The next instant, the golden balance's radiance imprisoned him where he stood, leaving him unable even to speak.
In this contest of knowledge, he had suffered a complete defeat!
And the rules judged by the Truth Balance were exceedingly harsh—so harsh that even a Fifth Origin like him had to obey them!
This item's backlash was minor, but it was troublesome to use. Once it succeeded, however, its power was immense!
That was why Xisthos had chosen it.
Unfortunately, he had misjudged the situation, and now he had to bear the backlash himself!
Shouldn't an evil spirit be a madman? How could its knowledge possibly surpass Xisthos's?
Watching this scene, Jacob nearly went mad.
Fiona felt even more keenly that her sanity was on the verge of collapse.
The Blood Cup Archbishop's expression shifted slightly, and he suspected that Xisthos had done this deliberately in an attempt to set him up!
As Clark stared at the evil spirit, his expression suddenly changed and his pupils contracted.
Under the radiance of the Truth Balance, he saw what appeared to be another figure overlapping with the evil spirit's phantom!
The figure was extremely blurred, its features impossible to make out, but it vaguely seemed to be a young