"No, that's impossible! It was attacking me just now! It isn't my demon spirit. Someone just stole my magic power!"
As he spoke, Shadow Demon kept striking Black Cat. He looked around, but both the Archbishop and the Red-Robed Witch merely watched him, while Mulan was already radiating murderous intent.
"No, I wasn't making fools of you! Everything I said was true! It's pretending! It's pretending!"
Shadow Demon pointed at Black Cat, then seized its head with one hand and its neck with the other, exerting force with both hands at once.
Crack!
Black Cat's head came clean off, leaving Shadow Demon frozen, his mind utterly blank. Then its severed head and body dissolved into black smoke that gathered at his feet.
Shadow Demon stared dumbly, his heart filled with terror. Worse still, he discovered that he really could control this magic power again. With a mere thought, the black smoke merged into his shadow.
"Heh."
Mulan gave a cold chuckle. Shadow Demon raised his stiff neck, wearing an expression uglier than tears.
Even Shadow Demon himself began to wonder whether something had gone wrong with his mind. Was it because he had devoured that bakery owner? Or had something already gone wrong long ago on his path to the supernatural?
Mulan discovered that this supernatural practitioner who called himself Shadow Demon had an even weaker will than he had imagined. His mental state was already unstable, and despite having had over a minute, he still had not made the most appropriate response.
It seemed he would have to "help" this fool along.
Just as Mulan had expected, Shadow Demon's mind was indeed unstable. He was caught in a spiral of intense self-doubt.
Could I really have attacked the Holy Temple's people?
Even this absurd thought surfaced in Shadow Demon's