While Spinning Fate Spider Woman rambled on, Liu Zhi found he really couldn't listen any longer. The task had already been assigned, and there didn't seem to be anything else worth watching in the battle before him.
Liu Zhi set the matter aside for now and turned back toward the camp.
Just then, he suddenly heard a rush of wind beside his ear.
Something seemed to be heading for his back.
Liu Zhi reacted quickly. He drew Thunder God's Destroyer Fang and, with a backhanded thrust, stabbed toward the direction of the sound.
His strike traced a Z through the air before ending in a precise jab. A tiny fairy, no bigger than his palm, was impaled in midair.
It looked like a little butterfly, but its body was grayish, and the butterfly wings on its back looked like burned silk. The slightest touch would turn them to black ash.
Staring at the little butterfly skewered on Thunder God's Destroyer Fang, Liu Zhi narrowed his eyes. He could tell that although these butterfly-like fairies were undead, they were conscious.
That was unusual. The presence of fairies like these in the Netherworld meant that a corresponding faction existed here.
In other words, besides summoning a group of newly risen undead, could this Netherworld also call upon other forces?
Liu Zhi was startled. His hand slipped, and he used too much force. Thunder God's Destroyer Fang jerked, and the butterfly-like fairy crumbled like burned paper, scattering into the wind as black ash.
Watching the direction the ashes drifted, Liu Zhi didn't call for his subordinates. He simply took off on his own.
He followed the ashes in one direction. Though the wind carried them along, they didn't scatter very much. Instead, he could see the wind making an effort to sweep most