After speaking, Feng Xun casually lifted his hand.
A black butterfly then landed on his finger.
Feng Xun's fingers, long and fair, starkly contrasted with the black butterfly, creating a startling and alarming sight.
Feng Xun's fingers suddenly clenched, seizing the black butterfly.
Long Baobao cried out in alarm, unsure why Feng Xun would suddenly attack this frail butterfly.
But then, the butterfly emitted a harsh screeching sound, and abruptly transformed into an ugly black bat, baring its ghastly white fangs. After struggling a few times, it died.
"Feng Xun, your hand?" Ye Lingyue was also quite shocked, examining Feng Xun's hand.
"It's nothing, just a bat capable of illusion. It appears weak, but a single bite could be fatal," Feng Xun said with profound meaning.
Ye Lingyue couldn't help but glance to the side. The appearance of bats here wasn't unusual, given the cave's dampness, but bats capable of illusion seemed extraordinary.
