"Demonic Power?"
Shazoo turned to Li Si in surprise and asked, somewhat taken aback.
But Li Si did not look at Shazoo. Instead, he smiled at Jesus before him.
Jesus, who had been looking relieved just moments ago, instantly stiffened. He stared at Li Si in disbelief and forced a smile.
"Look at what you're saying, my lord. What Demonic Power?"
Li Si did not answer. He merely studied the gaunt man before him with a scrutinizing gaze.
Under Li Si's stare, Jesus felt as though every part of him had been thoroughly seen through. He felt uncomfortable all over.
"You should just tell me honestly. I've already seen through it, so naturally I have ways to deal with it."
Only after waiting until Jesus's back was nearly soaked with sweat did Li Si speak unhurriedly.
Jesus's lips twitched a few times. As though resigning himself to fate, he said to Li Si:
"What do you want to know?"
"As long as you can let me leave, I'm willing to—"
As Jesus lowered his head and spoke, an incomparably ominous and evil aura suddenly erupted around him, as though even the air had frozen solid.
His shriveled body swelled at an unbelievable rate, as though he were burning away the vitality of his life. It brimmed with an utterly wicked power. That power churned within his slight body before finally turning into black-red light, blazing over his body like hellfire and warping the surrounding air.
At that moment, Jesus's face became savage and terrifying. A vicious smile curled across his lips. His eyes no longer contained human emotion; they had become demon eyes as deep as an abyss, revealing endless madness and bestiality.
"Roar!"
With a deep, evil roar, Jesus's body turned into a blood-red streak of light. Carrying a