There was nothing she could do. That soul beast was simply too terrifying; the spiritual power she had extended was devoured completely.
"Seven-Colored Illusion Butterfly."
One color meant ten years, two meant a hundred, three meant a thousand, four meant five thousand, five meant ten thousand, six meant twenty-five thousand, seven meant fifty thousand, eight meant ninety thousand, and nine meant a hundred thousand.
The crucial thing was that no one dared fight it at close range.
Ten minutes later, everyone finally escaped from that terrifying Seven-Colored Illusion Butterfly.
Since the Seven-Colored Illusion Butterfly did not fly very fast, it lost interest after pursuing them for a while. It flew toward the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest, perhaps finding the chase boring.
Zhao Wuji howled in fright. It was his first damn time seeing one, too. "What the hell? Why would something this terrifying appear on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest?!"
"Teacher, why didn't that butterfly make any noise when it flew? How did you spot it?" Oscar was like a curious child, peppering Zhao Wuji with questions.
Zhao Wuji rolled his eyes. "Noise? Have you ever heard a butterfly make noise when it flies? I noticed it because it noticed me, understand? Once you become a Soul Saint, you'll naturally develop that sense for danger. Otherwise, why do you think Teacher Zhao Xin was so quick to use his Martial Soul Avatar? That's his signature trump card!!!"
"Teacher, doesn't Martial Soul Avatar last half an hour? Why is Teacher Zhao Xin so weak?" Tang San looked at Teacher Zhao Xin, who was leaning weakly beside Flender.
"Ah, I'm a food-type Soul Master with a mutated martial soul. My Martial Soul Avatar can indeed last half an hour if I don't use any soul skills.