After Iver injected his mana, he exerted a little force with three fingers and sent the red card in his hand, which was spewing streams of flame, flying.
As the butterfly card spun through the air, it spewed golden-red flames. It transformed into a flaming discus.
It spun out through the dilapidated wooden door, and then flames burst from its center—
Four deep-red butterfly wings, as tragic and intense as a sunset, emerged from within. The outermost circle was pure-black ash. As it burned, black ash flakes fell like snow, while in the middle, a girl curled up like a baby slowly unfolded her body and stretched.
She had originally looked a little younger than Yulia, but now she looked about the same age as Yulia. She still wore the black gauze dress that burned like a widow's mourning clothes, though her body had grown somewhat. Her height had increased from eighty centimeters to around one meter thirty or forty.
Her black hair reached her ankles and moved without any wind. Her dark-red pupils were filled with killing intent.
The Paradox Flame Butterfly opened her mouth the instant she appeared, and a lava-like radiance gathered beside her lips.
It rapidly expanded before their eyes, and an extremely scorching deep-red stream of flame roared out!
The heat wave whipped up a storm, blowing the surrounding dust and broken grass in all directions. Even the grass within half a meter beneath the Paradox Flame Butterfly was flattened by the pressure of the wind, trembling wildly. Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, it began to turn yellow and wither before igniting on its own.
The stream of flame slammed directly into the crowd—
The Demon Scholars had never expected that smashing open a village house would cause a powerful and