A colossal Evil Spirit, towering at six or seven meters, materialized before them.
This Evil Spirit was entirely blood-red, intermingled with a hint of dark green. Its tall body was covered with countless twisted human faces, all wailing and screaming.
A thick, evil stench of blood permeated the surroundings, accompanied by waves of piercing wails.
"Its power has definitely reached the Three Spirals. Be careful," Julia said, having instantly sensed the enemy's strength and immediately informing Alka and the others.
Upon hearing this, Alka didn't hesitate for a moment. He reached into the metal box on his back and drew out the Sword of Love.
It was time to use this weapon; now was not a moment to hold back.
"Little rats," the Evil Spirit boomed, "you dare steal the Treasure of the Blood Drinker! Drop the box in your hands, and I will grant you eternal life, like blood itself."
This Evil Spirit had mutated into its current grotesque form, yet it could still communicate.
