Wenisha, another name for the Thorn Lady.
Yet now, the goddess who should have fallen along with the other gods of Navia stood before the Higher Evil Spirit.
Watching the silent Thorn Lady approach, the Higher Evil Spirit felt bitterness and anguish intertwine in its heart, until they all turned into grief and indignation.
It had known that nothing good could come of its contractor sending it here.
Every single time, it ended up in the most unpredictable situation imaginable.
And every single time, the mortality rate was outrageously high.
Of course, if it could avoid dying, the Higher Evil Spirit would still prefer not to die.
So it kept smiling as it watched the Thorn Lady draw closer.
Then...
Whoosh!
The blizzard intensified.
The special power hidden within the blizzard revealed itself fully at that moment.
The Higher Evil Spirit was frozen instantly.
It became an ice sculpture.
That stiff smile still lingered on its face.
But a moment later, the Higher Evil Spirit broke free of those restraints through its own "talent."
Death was nothing unfamiliar to the Higher Evil Spirit.
What was unfamiliar was that, after dying, it had not returned to Qin Ran's side. It remained where it was.
The Higher Evil Spirit's breathing grew rapid.
Its throat became painfully dry.
Although it had noticed that its power was being suppressed, it had never imagined the suppression would be this severe.
"Lady Wenisha, I think we should talk."
The Higher Evil Spirit began trying to buy time.
But the Thorn Lady clearly had no interest in talking. She merely raised her hand and waved.
The Higher Evil Spirit was frozen solid again.
Then it reappeared.
And the blizzard struck once more.
Facing the inescapable blizzard, the Higher Evil Spirit nearly turned green.
It was "immortal."
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