Seven Star Island, Demon-Devouring Butterfly

Of course, wariness was one thing, but he would never retreat. He was the backbone of the Mystic Phoenix Sect. After a cold snort, he formed hand seals with both hands, flickering through them nonstop, then lightly pointed forward.

The pitch-black iron ring trembled, and a plume of black ghostfire flared up.

The flames flickered bright and dim, as though Demon Monsters were dancing. In the end, they actually transformed into a hideous Ghost Head, with a green face, fangs, and its tongue lolling out, looking terrifyingly savage to the extreme.

What kind of divine ability was this?

The Snow Fox King was visibly moved as well. The other party was the grand elder of the Mystic Phoenix Sect, so naturally he was a Demon Cultivator, yet the spell he was casting bore some resemblance to the demonic cultivators of the Human World.

Of course, as a member of the Demon Race who had made his name for over ten thousand years, his experience in facing enemies was incomparably rich. After only a slight hesitation, his expression calmed again.

He did not rush to make a move. He would first see how things played out.

The Ghost Head opened its bloody maw, inhaled and gathered in a breath, then spat out billowing black fog.

Within the fog were countless black shadows swaying, and a buzzing sound entered his ears.

Demon Insects!

These insects looked unremarkable from the outside, like butterflies one after another. However, their mouthparts were incomparably sharp, and they carried a strange, savage aura from the wilds.

Demon-Devouring Butterflies!

The Snow Fox King cried out involuntarily. This great Demon Race being of the late Transformation stage actually had his face change drastically. "Impossible. These Demon Insects were wiped out clean by my forebears several hundred thousand years ago.