Though she did not understand it, anything this man brought out at a time like this could not be simple. He would not do anything meaningless now.
The prism was about the size of a peanut, smooth as a mirror on the surface, yet inside, viscous darkness seemed to be slowly swirling.
The instant it appeared, it seemed to possess some force that drew the eye, making the demons look toward it involuntarily.
Wu Heng clenched the prism, letting the sharp corners at both ends pierce his palm.
Blood seeped through his fingers, but instead of dripping down, it was absorbed by the prism.
As the evil spirit power continued to pour into it, the prism's color grew increasingly profound, as if it would devour all the surrounding light.
At the same time, while controlling the puppet evil spirit in battle, he split off a thin auxiliary tentacle and tore the skin from the chest of a freshly slain White-Eyed Demon, along with its intact double-horn Incantation.
Multitasking, he brought the bloody trophy before him and lightly traced the Incantation's patterns with the fingers of his right hand, as though reading an interesting book.
"You!"
Lilith's face was filled with fury.
Such blatant prying made her feel humiliated, as though she were being slighted. That feeling was immediately replaced by murderous intent born of utter rage.
She attacked personally.
Empowered by the legion, Lilith moved so fast she left afterimages. The space she passed through warped slightly, while the nails on both hands shot out into half-meter blades that slashed at Wu Heng with a shriek capable of tearing souls apart.
Clang!
The puppet evil spirit's two main tentacles crossed to block her. The shockwave from the collision directly shattered more than a dozen low-level demons nearby.
Lilith's strength truly