Amidst the endless sandstorm, a black Guiding Butterfly wavered slightly under the sunlight, eventually fluttered a few times, and dispersed.
Lan Ling cried out, "What should we do? The Guiding Butterfly has scattered!"
The Guiding Butterfly is a type of Ghost Butterfly, suitable for surviving in relatively cold and dark environments. In such a vast desert, even a more robust Guiding Butterfly would find it hard to survive.
Xiao Xue wrapped up her entire little head with the scarf Han Jing tossed to her, grabbing one end of the scarf. Two eyes peeked through the thin fabric to glance at the group, "I still have some here."
"No need, the Guiding Butterflies you brought can't survive here." Lianwu glanced at Su Yu, "Spill some more blood."
Su Yu extended his hand.
Lianwu opened his palm, and a Blood Butterfly flew out from his overly pale skin, so red it seemed like it might drip blood.
