The Lord of Evil didn't move, neither did Sina. The black mist hit the outer layer of green light and was immediately bounced back, and once again it screamed in agony, which sounded much weaker than the previous one.
The Lord of Evil spoke in a cold and deep voice, "I advise you to behave, even as a spirit, you can't escape from me, let alone the fact that a Necromancer actually has a body, though it doesn't have a form."
Saphen's voice was filled with terror and anger, "Who are you? If you're a fellow practitioner, why are you making things difficult for me?"
The Lord of Evil responded indifferently, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be one of the four Dark Sorcerers among the Eight Dark Demons. Who are you? Dark Demon? Evil Blood? Black Demon? Or the Witch's Soul?"