The Artifact Spirit frowned, its eyes narrowing slightly. For some reason, an instinctive sense of crisis washed over it. It didn't even know where this sense of crisis was coming from. The snake was also smiling, and that smile made it feel that something was wrong.
It wondered why he was smiling. This was the relic. The relic was the spirit, and the spirit was the relic. It was safe to say that even if a God descended here, it would be useless. It was invincible. The only exception had been its master, but its master was dead.
"Let me show you the true methods of this great Artifact Spirit!"
The demonic figure spread its arms and levitated into the air. Suddenly, the magnificent hall faded into nothingness, leaving a vast, blinding whiteness in its wake. An earth-shattering, brutal force swept out with unbridled ferocity.
