Death was something no living creature willingly accepted.
The upper evil spirit was no exception.
Although, in a sense, it was immortal.
But the pain brought by "death" was real. The upper evil spirit could neither escape nor refuse it. Just as when facing its Boss, it had to endure.
There was one difference, however: against its Boss, it could not fight back.
But against those who killed it...
It would make those bastards understand that not just anyone could kill it.
Baring its teeth, the upper evil spirit grabbed the vine at its chest with its right hand. Then it turned, winding the vine once around its body, before its waiting left hand seized the remaining length.
Then it yanked hard!
Bang!
The vine came up by its roots, bringing a clump of dirt with it.
But everyone who saw the root of that vine cried out involuntarily.
Because its root was actually a... human head!
The head had no hair. Fibers grew from its follicles, "twisted" together into a withered vine.
And this head was still "alive."
It stared at the upper evil spirit with wide eyes.
"Ignorant interloper, who are you?"
Its voice was arrogant and cold, carrying a condescending air from the moment it spoke.
Ordinarily, the upper evil spirit would not have minded giving it a kick before chopping it to pieces. But right now, it represented its Boss, represented the "Mist God," and naturally had to conduct itself accordingly.
Under the gazes of the "Mist God's" followers, traces of compassion appeared on the upper evil spirit's face.
"Lost lamb, are you also trapped in the 'mist'?"
"Do not hesitate. Do not fear. Please silently recite my lord's name."
"You will find salvation!"
As it spoke, the upper evil spirit released both hands and turned,