With a hole through its chest, the Higher Evil Spirit looked at the corpse on the ground and couldn't help muttering.
"Why me again?"
"Why does it always have to be like this?"
Still grumbling, the Higher Evil Spirit dissolved into the air.
But a moment later, it appeared again.
Looking at its completely unchanged surroundings, the Higher Evil Spirit couldn't stop its mouth from twitching.
"Fine."
"You're the boss. You call the shots."
For a being with rapid regeneration that was virtually immortal, as long as Qin Ran paid the points, it had to appear as stipulated by the Contract.
But that didn't mean the Higher Evil Spirit was willing to use its body to take more damage.
Even if this was the best tactical choice.
Having infiltrated this place, the Higher Evil Spirit knew all too well how terrifying the assassins' stronghold before it was. Not only was there an aura that filled it with dread, but there were also plenty of people around who could kill it.
Given a choice, it would definitely stay far away from here.
The reality, however, was that it had to carry out Qin Ran's orders under the Contract.
Its only consolation was that it didn't have to face the most terrifying one.
In its eyes, that fellow looked like a monster with countless serpentine heads, powerful and ferocious.
Something like it would probably be killed by him in an instant.
Glancing at the White Wolf Spirit as it swiftly vanished without a trace, the Higher Evil Spirit began cautiously approaching its target: the member of the Gloomwood School making potions.
His aura wasn't weak either.
But compared to the one it feared, he was positively approachable.
He was about on par with the assassins around them.
And most importantly, he was