Those capable of more worked more. It truly was a fitting description for the Upper Evil Spirit.
Moreover, it was diligent, hardworking, and unafraid of death.
After receiving a new order from its Boss, it swiftly made its way toward the hiding place of the "Mist God."
It was not that it did not want to complain.
Rather, it knew that the Temple of the War God had sent people as well.
If it did not want to be intercepted by them, it had to move quickly!
As for fighting?
The Upper Evil Spirit believed it was not good at direct combat.
It was more accustomed to standing in the shadow of its Boss and launching surprise attacks on enemies.
Finding the secret place of the "Mist God" was not easy. Even with the corresponding location, it was still difficult, because there were too many mechanisms and traps there.
Yet for the Upper Evil Spirit, it was truly easy.
No mechanisms or traps could cause it any real trouble.
After all, it could become incorporeal.
When it entered the "Mist God's" hiding place, it clicked its tongue in disdain.
"What a rundown place!"
"This is far too crude!"
"And this has the nerve to call itself a 'god'?"
"It is not even as clean as my basement!"
After looking around, the Upper Evil Spirit completely lost interest.
Other than the two items its Boss had called decent, which lay atop the crude altar—
There was nothing else. The altar had been made in the most primitive fashion, and several ceramic vessels sat in the corners. Beyond that, there were neither secret rooms nor hidden passages. It looked like an underground insect nest.
The Upper Evil Spirit casually scooped up the two items and turned to leave the underground cave.
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