“Bastard! Do you think you’ve won?” the evil spirit snarled, seething with rage. He sensed a chance to turn the tables and was far from ready to concede defeat.

Adrian fixed a cold gaze on the spirit, noting its refusal to give up. “I come to value your soul power more and more. A soul like yours is truly a delicacy,” he said.

“Bastard! You’re asking for death!” The evil spirit was astonished that Adrian would take such a keen interest in its soul power. Determined to destroy Adrian, it envisioned showing him the depths of its strength. However, fantasies were sweet while reality felt harsh. No matter how fiercely the spirit imagined its victory, the current situation seemed utterly futile.

“Since you insist on your choice, I’m afraid I have to consume you. It’d be a shame not to,” Adrian said. Before the evil spirit could react, he hurled it away, crashing it into the distance with incredible force.

The spirit was confused, unable to understand what kind of monster Adrian was or h