This soul butterfly that caused so much trouble on the battlefield just died like that.
Most people present felt an indescribable sense of absurdity in their hearts.
The reporters' cameras remained operational, capturing the death of the soul butterfly with clarity.
It had called the reporters over itself, and then had its own death filmed.
"Got it recorded?"
"Everything's been recorded."
"Damn, inviting someone to film one's own death announcement, this is the first time I've seen such a genius way to die."
If one's mood could be likened to a bucket of paint, then at this moment, that bucket would surely be filled with the most vibrant colors in the world.
Qiu Shangqing fell silent for a while, his gaze fixed on the five Dragon Kings standing behind Chen Xing, not confident he could defeat any of them.
The aura of these five Dragon Kings was formidable and not to be trifled with.
