In the realm of spiritual sense, Xu Yangyi and the butterfly’s battle had already come to the final juncture. 

All that was left of Xu Yangyi was a hand, his head, and a little bit less than half his body. As for the butterfly, it was likewise in no good state. It was missing a wing, and all that remained was its lower-half. It was even missing an eye.

Nonetheless… neither side backed down. As before, both of them trained their eyes on each other like wolves. They didn’t retreat by one step. But all of a sudden, Xu Yangyi’s mind violently pulsed. At the same time, Zhuang Zhou also snapped its head up and glared daggers at Xu Yangyi.

Between man and demon, speech was pointless. At this moment, though, they actually made out each other’s intent.

Something… Something very important to them had been born… 

It was outside… beyond spiritual sense! This object was screaming at them. Whoever triumphed would completely receive it!

“Come at me…” Xu Yangyi spat out a mouthful of nonexistent spit to his side. That feeling of summons was hard to describe. Each cry stirred his heartstrings. He simply couldn’t reject it.

His barely remaining hand beckoned at Zhuang Zhou. “Sage Zhuang, I wonder, are you already burning...