"Bai Jin, take that thing out."
Hearing Yang Yu's voice, Bai Jin did not hesitate, she raised her hand, and a gray ball the size of a ping-pong ball emerged from her palm.
Unknown characters gleamed on the gray sphere, and a circular red dot appeared in the center, like a hammer violently striking a circular frozen lake, numerous cracks spread out from the red dot.
Crimson seeped through the cracks, segmenting the internal fissures into segments, and the ball turned from a pale gray to a deep blue-black.
Bishop Tu Jing's eyes bulged as soon as he saw the sphere in Bai Jin's hands. His eyeballs on his gaunt face looked as if they were about to pop out any moment, protruding greatly.
His mouth kept opening and closing continuously, like a nutcracker in motion, creaking and gnashing.
In Bishop Tu Jing's short life, he had the fortune of meeting a Demon face to face.
That was during a ceremony personally presided over by the Pope.
