After emerging from behind the boulder, the curse amalgamation immediately ran toward the Divine Temple.
It seemed the man named Hong Zhou wanted to use the abomination to test the situation in the plaza, and see whether it could enter the Divine Temple while he was at it.
Jiang Qiao silently watched the abomination's retreating figure.
He was eager to see the result too.
However.
Before the anticipation on his face could fully show...
Suddenly.
The "stitched curse monster" collapsed without warning after running only a few steps.
It stopped moving.
???
Jiang Qiao stared blankly at the scene.
He couldn't quite process it.
That was it?
Dead?
The thought had only just surfaced when he saw a huge butterfly descend from the sky, flapping its colorful wings, and land behind the boulder where Hong Zhou was apparently hiding.
The butterfly was beautiful.
Its wings were somewhat translucent, patterned with markings shaped like eyes.
As its wings fluttered.
It looked as though those eyes were blinking.
Eyes again?
Without a sound, as the butterfly landed behind the boulder, Jiang Qiao saw a surge of blood erupt several meters into the air, splashing everywhere, warm and scarlet.
Hong Zhou was attacked? Jiang Qiao's heart tightened.
He stared fixedly at the boulder.
The butterfly landed.
Apart from that spurt of fresh blood, nothing else happened. No one ran out, and no sound could be heard.
The butterfly didn't take flight again either.
All was silent.
Dead? Or did he escape?
Was that Hong Zhou's blood? Or the butterfly's?
There was no way to know.
Of course, Jiang Qiao wasn't about to run over and investigate.
He could only wait patiently.
However.
Within a few minutes.
He saw butterflies descending from the sky again.
One.
Two.
Three.
Dozens of butterflies flapped their