When Li Rui arrived at the Exorcism Institute, what he saw was a scene reminiscent of purgatory.
The Upper Realm is not a beautiful paradise; when things get serious, the intensity is even higher than the Lower Realm.
The two sides confronting each other on the scorched earth were the Fighting Division and the Thunder Division.
Zhou Si's appearance had changed dramatically; no longer the casual look, she turned into a fierce visage, her once white and delicate hands transformed into claws holding a pair of Vajra whips.
On the other side, there was an equally imposing male Divine Spirit, clad in armor, holding a precious bottle in one hand and an umbrella in the other.
The area around the two of them was empty, no one dared to approach, and the followers of both divisions were battling at a distance.
Zhou Si didn't need to look up to know who had arrived, she laughed, "You finally made it. How about helping me deal with him first?"
