Chương 376: Chapter 180: The Nature of the Well

Wu Jiu had never seen such white mist before.

Is this the Evil Fallen? It doesn't quite seem like it... yet the white mist in front of him doesn't seem human either.

The breath of the white mist was indeed human, although its pupils were like stars, there was no trace of the "resentment" that Evil Fallen possess.

Whether it be those unintelligent beings of desire, or the intelligent Evil Fallen—Hong Yin, Liu Mu, Nie Chongshan... they all carried an indelible scent of resentment born from obsession.

Yet, the white mist now bore no such scent, more like it had undergone a transformation after being purified by some force.

Is this Bai Wu's trump card? How many secrets is he hiding?

Too many questions arose in the minds of Wu Jiu and Yan Zizai.

"This isn't an opponent you can handle alone, don't act tough," Yan Zizai said.

Bai Wu shook his head gently: