The Butterfly charged forward with unwavering determination!
He was gambling, gambling on speed and reaction, and also on Ling Mo's inability to conjure more tentacles in such a short time.
The use of spiritual power also requires time and preparation. No matter how focused, there will always be a brief interval between forming an idea and successfully condensing a tentacle. And what he needed to do was seize these intervals and rush to Ling Mo as quickly as possible to defeat him in one fell swoop!
"Killing you will allow us to continue our plan! Killing you will grant me more supplies! There's no right or wrong in this, it's just for survival... Yes, it's just for survival..."
The Butterfly's expression became increasingly hideous!
Closer... only twenty meters left! The air currents were in close proximity!
However...
"Why is he not moving?" The Butterfly suddenly froze.
The air currents... suddenly became still.
No fluctuations, no murderous intent, nothing at all...
