In the end, Qu Jianlei did not continue the divination. The feeling that Seven-Colored Butterfly gave off was simply too eerie.
It was better to preserve his divination ability, just in case.
Another day passed, and the bubbles on the tip of the blade actually began to show signs of decreasing. Because of this, he deliberately spoke up and asked.
"Has the aura on this blade tip... changed?"
"Mm," Jin Ge could sense the crux of the question. "I don't think it's an illusion."
The Ancient Gold Essence's ability to resist illusions was far stronger than that of cultivators, so his words were very certain.
But from this, it could also be felt just how deeply wary the three of them were of the Seven-Colored Butterfly, despite none of them saying anything.
A day later, even fewer bubbles emerged from the blade tip, and the main body itself was faintly revealed.
True Venerable Han Li tossed out a piece of Mystic Iron and smashed it toward the blade tip.
The Mystic Iron did not even touch the blade tip before it was bounced away, then rapidly dissolved.
"Mm, it feels like there's no problem with the main body. What's being corroded first is the sinister aura."
He did not even want to calculate the blade tip, which showed that he, too, intended to conserve his strength.
The bubbles on the blade tip visibly decreased. Just as they were nearly gone, the Seven-Colored Butterfly suddenly moved.
Cold air surged all over its body. Its wings gave a fierce beat, and it vanished like an arrow in a certain direction.
"Fuck..." Jin Ge raised his hand and made a calculation. "No real danger. Chase?"
"Chase!" True Venerable Han Li raised a hand, wrapped up Qu Jianlei, and pursued in a straight line.