Devil’s Imprint (Part 2)

"Ha ha, I don't know how to remove a devil's imprint though." Saleen rejected the demonic spirit's request.

"Sir, the devil has hundreds of thousands of subordinates like me, if any of the imprints disappear, the devil will just think that I have died. I…" At this point, the demonic spirit suddenly stopped talking, it was obvious that his words were going to expose some of the devil's secrets.

"You said that you helped the devil clean his palace, so what do you know?" Saleen snorted, he was starting to get impatient with the demonic spirit's actions.

The demonic spirit's eyes were bloodshot, he really wanted to spill the beans, but he did not dare do so. Saleen slapped the demonic spirit's forehead, his left hand producing a green glow as this radiance seeped into the demonic spirit's brain.

It was a contractual symbol!