The white Demon Butterflies around were startled, and now they flocked towards Chuzheng and Yi Cun, attacking them without warning.
"Don't kill them!"
The moment Priest Lord's voice fell, a sweep of silver light flashed by, slicing the Demon Butterflies in two.
Chuzheng looked toward the Priest, probably thinking: What's the point of keeping these things alive if not for a sacrifice to the heavens?!
However, the next second, Chuzheng saw the halved Demon Butterflies in the sky quickly grow new heads or wings.
Chuzheng: "..."
Oh my god, scary!
I'm scared to death.
"They can regenerate," Priest Lord's voice sounded again, "You must not destroy their bodies."
If we keep killing them this way, they'll just multiply.
The Magic Array by the Priest Lord was weakening, and the pure white giant Demon Butterfly, sensing its opportunity, vibrated its wings, sending out invisible sound waves cleansed by the Magic Array.
