Adrian watched the violent tremors of the evil spirit's soul power and smiled faintly. “You’re trembling a lot. Are you about to lose your temper? Show me what that looks like when you lose control.”

The evil spirit felt inexplicably mocked. It had previously toyed with Adrian, but now the roles had reversed. The contrast highlighted just how ridiculous and pitiable the evil spirit was.

Coldly, the evil spirit replied, “Kid, you’ll realize you deserve to die here.” It unleashed its furious power, causing chaos all around. The force surged outward, creating an atmosphere of terror and astonishment.

Adrian’s expression hardened. “How is it? Feeling comfortable now? Is it nice?” His words implied he believed he had made his point.

Tyron, unfazed, remarked, “It’s impressive, but suppressing all this won’t be simple.”

“Then it’s even more deserving of death!” Adrian shot back icily.

With that, he swung his palm. A brilliant light surged from his hand, crashing into the evil spirit.