Everyone's breathing stopped. Die Wu’s palm caused space to collapse, but Gui Yun’s dagger had stabbed through her heart.

Even through the formation, the sinister air of that dagger made people’s souls shudder. It was like a devil had cursed it, giving it a sinister, dark, and bloodthirsty qi.

Black runes instantly covered Die Wu’s body. It was like a net-binding prey, and her body began to petrify.

“Gui Yun, release her and I will use her life to trade for yours,” announced Long Chen.

Whether it was the Butterfly Spirit race or the Butterfly Dance race, they were both innately kind races. Long Chen was unwilling to watch...