Wang Haifeng took two steps back and stepped on the ginseng with one foot.
At that moment, the white blur revealed its true form. It was actually a white butterfly.
With its wings spread, it was roughly the size of an opened thirty-second-format book, with faint patterns visible on its wings.
Most bizarrely, the butterfly had a human face, though its mouth was somewhat sharper.
Seeing Wang Haifeng step on the ginseng again, the humanlike face of the white butterfly grew even more resentful. With a flap of its wings, it shot at Wang Haifeng like an arrow once more.
Unless they saw it with their own eyes, no one would believe that such a tiny butterfly could possess such tremendous strength.
Wang Haifeng had stepped on the aboveground portion of the ginseng, causing his body to lurch sideways and lose his balance somewhat. However, Guo Haiyun's Nine-Section Whip had already arrived, lashing viciously at the butterfly in midair. "Get lost!"
He had trained in internal martial arts since childhood and was particularly skilled with the spear and Nine-Section Whip. He had once whipped sparrows out of the air. Although he could not hit one every time, such a large butterfly should not have been impossible to strike.
He really did hit the butterfly, but the others saw clearly that the white butterfly flapped its wings and directly knocked the Nine-Section Whip aside.
Immediately afterward, an extremely faint yet incomparably piercing sound came from the butterfly's mouth.
Other than Feng Jun, all four of them shuddered in unison. Elder Guo suffered the worst, clutching his head as he crouched down on the ground.
Feng Jun did not feel good either, but fortunately, the sound mainly attacked divine sense, and the solidity of his divine sense was comparable to that of