C142 The Disaster of the Spirit Demon(11)

Zhang Daifan withdrew his hand, his brow furrowed as he observed the remaining illuminated symbols. Despite the rain, he could sense something taking shape in the backyard from his position in the guest room. The dark and tumultuous Spirit Power was well concealed, yet to Zhang Daifan, it was as conspicuous as a bonfire in the pitch-black night.

"What on earth are you?" Zhang Daifan muttered