"Those who hurt my disciple shall die!"
In an instant, tens of thousands of butterflies surged forth. Their wings stirred space and time, churning the years; a light slice of their wings tore open space, leaving wounds that were difficult to heal.
Tens of thousands of butterflies attacked at once. More than ten thousand enveloped Thunder Flame Dao Venerable, while the remaining thirty thousand split into four groups and attacked the four early Mahayana stage Dao Venerables.
Thunder Flame Dao Venerable's expression changed. "Late Mahayana Stage!?"
"And a Mahayana Peak Primordial Spirit—how is this possible?"
Er Fire Burning Heaven was unleashed. Lightning and fire fused into a world-destroying strike, continuously blasting down the strange butterflies, yet the butterflies also sliced through it, severing and shattering the lightning-fire killing move.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
Several thousand butterflies fell, while several thousand broke through the defenses and struck Thunder Flame Dao Venerable, sending him flying backwards tens of thousands of zhang. His entire body was covered in cuts from butterfly wings, blood dripping from him as he looked utterly miserable.
And that was only because Thunder Flame Dao Venerable was exceptionally strong, so he had merely suffered light injuries.
"Ah!"
"Painful, too painful!"
"My eyes!"
"What divine ability is this?"
The four early Mahayana stage experts screamed incessantly. Their Natal Magic Treasures were sliced apart by the butterflies, their defenses shattered, and butterfly wings slashed into their flesh. All four flew backwards ten thousand li, crushing countless mountain ranges. Their Mahayana Dharma Forms instantly collapsed, and their true bodies spat blood, utterly bedraggled.
One man's arm was nearly severed, one had been blinded in both eyes, one had his chest pierced through, and one was drenched in blood. The four immediately swallowed high-grade pills, precious medicines they normally could not bear to use.