The butterfly blades are coming!
Each one shimmered with a sharp and fearsome light, instilling dread and extreme unease.
Zhang Xiaolan murmured, "If those butterfly blades fly over us, I'm afraid we'll become countless pieces of minced meat."
Yang Hucheng, with a stern face, nodded vigorously, "And into countless pieces of shattered bones."
At that moment, atop a small hill in the direction from which countless butterfly blades were flying, Gongsun Qitian and his group lay prone.
Young Master Feng, full of triumph, gloated, "Those bastards are still standing there, stupidly watching, unaware that death is upon them. Once this swarm of butterfly blades flies over, they'll disappear without a trace!"
"Leaving behind countless pieces of flesh, bones, and blood."
"We've won this time, no matter how awesome Shen Zhou is, he's still no match for us."
Gongsun Qitian was also beaming with joy, joining in the laughter with everyone else.
