After swinging a few times, Leng Xuan could no longer endure and let go of his weapon, and blood was now uncontrollably streaming from his mouth. However, Flower Butterfly was no better off. His complexion was deathly pale, and not only that, his face even showed traces of age, with wrinkles spread across his forehead.
Blood was hanging from the corner of Leng Xuan's mouth as he lay on the ground. Although his body could no longer move, his eyes were still unhindered. He watched Flower Butterfly's transformation with a secret smile. The reason he had allowed Flower Butterfly to attack him was to find an opportunity to stab the Soul-devouring Needle into Flower Butterfly's body. The Soul-devouring Needle truly was formidable, not only devouring Flower Butterfly's spiritual power and essence but also his life force, aging him significantly.
