"Can you be certain?"
Upon hearing this, Ethan Smith's face changed drastically. He had always felt some sort of transformation occurring in his body.
Yet even with the Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil, he could not discern anything.
"This thing seems to be a dark ghostly entity. I can't determine for sure, but there is a strong dark energy on your back at the moment. There's no mistake about this; my perception does not err. You should feel some changes in your body yourself!"
Divine Flame of Holy Light!
A wisp of flame emerged from above Ethan Smith's head, instantly erupting into terrifying flames over his body.
"It's useless; it's still there."
Weston stared intently at Ethan Smith.
His hands were calculating something, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.
Ethan Smith's scalp tingled slightly; from the recent confrontation, it was clear that Weston was certainly not an easy opponent.