Happiness was always too short-lived, and it always came with a veil over one's eyes, as though one had to believe that the heavens had dropped down a meat pie.
"Quick! Heavenly Dao, provide emergency aid!"
When he discovered that the bodies of Butcher and the other nine, drained to the point of collapse, had shriveled within seconds like wind-dried oranges, Zhang Yang shouted at once. He directly plucked ten unripe fruits from the unripe Five-Colored Spiritual Plant in the small world and poured them into the mouths of Butcher and the others one by one.
After a frantic scramble, they finally managed to preserve the Three-Leaf True Spirits of Butcher and the others. However, their bodies, which had only just reached the perfected Golden Core Stage, could no longer be saved. All ten had become wooden lumps the size of watermelons. Even more horrifyingly, the faces of Butcher and the others, along with their despairing expressions, appeared vividly on the lumps. Their eyes stared wide open, refusing to close in death, like some kind of curse.
Zhang Yang sucked in a sharp breath. Every hair on his body felt as though it had been chilled in ice.
"Is it because their strength is too weak?"
Heavenly Dao Maiden did not reply, because she was busy retracing what had happened moments ago. Zhang Yang was doing the same.
He was furious, yet calm. After all, only the new bodies of Butcher and the others had been expended. For a group who had already died once, as long as their True Spirits remained, anything was possible.
It was only after more than ten minutes that Heavenly Dao Maiden finally responded.
"Insufficient strength accounted for only fifteen percent of the influence. The activation of the True Martial Divine Seal basically consumes the