No matter what it is, as long as it's tagged with the word "Hell," its strength goes without saying—definitely enough to give any Exorcist who encounters it a hard time.
Unfortunately, right now, in front of Chu Feng, there indeed appeared such a freshly-baked Hell Evil Spirit.
"Enough already! Are these cultists out of their minds, or just plain bored? What's the point of bringing this thing over?!!"
With a face like he was constipated, Chu Feng slapped his own forehead, feeling utterly helpless.
But what could Chu Feng do? After all, it was his benefactor's son who was possessed! Since he couldn't fight life's cruel twists, he had no choice but to accept it!
"Alright! Stop shouting, I'll handle it."
Chu Feng, who had the Golden Light Spell reapplied to his body, held a shotgun, his face full of impatience as he looked at the Hell Evil Spirit on the altar.
"Just you, a mere human ant? An Eastern ant at that?" The Hell Evil Spirit's shrill tone was filled with disdain.