Shu Yichao was floating in the sky, held up by a massive bug grabbing him from behind.
This bug had huge compound eyes, a straw-like mouth, a furry exterior, and two massive light-gold and sky-blue wings. Isnât this a moth?
âYou are a moth! Your family are moths! I am the AbyssâŠâ The moth paused for a second before completing his sentence. âI am the Abyss Heart Butterfly, a demon butterfly thatâs highly sentimental and known to never betray. You can call me Heart Butterfly. Come, call me!â
Heart Butterfly? Isnât that just a homonym for father?
âPui!â
Shu Yichao pointed a middle finger at the moth. Its voice was different now, but he was able to recognize the other party from the way he talked.
âSon, are you trying to take advantage of your father here? Try again in your next life! Whatâs with your transformation? How did you pull it off? Iâll try it too if I have time,â Shu Yichao asked.
Damn! This butterfly transformation is pretty neat, and itâs a flying unit too⊠I wonder which mod he got this from.
Shu Yichao was itching to give it a try.
No wonder heâs so fond of exploiting bugs⊠No, it should be called making use of the gameâs strengths. It would be such a waste if he doesnât bug something as good as that out!
ââŠâ
How does my grandson know the Abyss Hell Butterfly is not my original form? Itâs true that I got this from undergoing demonification in hell, butâŠ
Miazova darted through the clouds with Shu Yichao while eyeing the latter.
His eyes are too sharp.
âI got it from hell.â Miazova harrumphed. âYou want to become a demon too? Well⊠I do see potential in you.â
âAh, I see.â Shu Yichao nodded.
Is it a mod about hell? Iâll try to install it next time.
âLetâs put that aside for now. What are you doing pulling me into the sky?â Shu Yichao asked.
Just then, a piercing shriek echoed from beneath.
Miazova looked down.
A vicious-faced high shaman, while spewing lava, unfurled a pair of massive wings and began to pursue them in the sky. The flames he unleashed dyed the clouds crimson, turning the sky into the sight of a living hell.
âAHAHAHAHA!â The high shamanâs smile was so terrifying that a coward would faint at its sight. âTrying to run?! Where do you think you can go? Tang bandits, youâre all dead meat!â
In the end, heâs just a fool. He arrogantly thought that he could challenge me with his poor skills, but as soon as he found himself in a disadvantageous position, he lost his courage and tried to escapeâŠ
I bet that necromancer never thought that I could fly too.
âTsk!â Grabbing Shu Yichao even tighter, Miazova flapped his wings and darted into the clouds. âHold tight, you darned grandson. Weâll be retreating!â
âRetreat my ass!â Shu Yichao quickly glanced at Miazovaâs speed. âWhy are you afraid of him? Heâs 800 speed, but you have 1100 speed! We can easily kite him to death! Be good, my son! Just hold onto me, and Iâll show you how to crush him!â
But Miazova refused to listen.
After the earlier close fight on the ground, the only thing on its mind was to get as far away from that monster as possible. ButâŠ
âWhat are you doing?!â Miazova screeched.
Shu Yichao easily broke free of Miazovaâs grasp. With a twist, he flipped onto the latterâs back, took out his Beast Taming Harness, and placed it on the Abyss Hell Butterfly.
âShit shit shit! What are you doing on my back?!â
Pah!
Shu Yichao slapped Miazovaâs furry head. âDonât get distracted. Open your eyes wide and watch closely!â
âGRAR!â
The high shamanâs massive body crackled with flames as he whizzed across the sky, looking like a meteor that dyed the sky blood-red. He howled, âWhere do you think youâre running?!â
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He chased after Shu Yichao, wanting to rip the latter into shreds. He thought that it would have been a long chase, but when he passed through a cluster of clouds, he was taken aback to see Shu Yichao charging back at him on the back of a massive butterfly.
Bzt! Bzzt!
Shu Yichaoâs modao crackled with lightning as he rushed at the high shaman.
âHmph!â
The high shaman was surprised that Shu Yichao dared to directly confront him. He took in a deep breath and sprayed a destructive flood of flames at the other party.
The crimson dragon and the silver serpents clashed yet again in the sky, tearing at each other. Deafening explosions echoed in the sky.
âYou still dare to exchange blows with me?â
It was yet another draw between the crimson dragon and the silver serpents. That further stoked the high shamanâs annoyance.
The enemy necromancer had been grinding at his patience from the start. Fearing that his reputation would take a hit if he couldnât take down the other party soon, he started to channel even more mana and circulated it throughout his body.
In response, his crimson dragon intensified so much that it felt like the sky would spontaneously combust into flames.
âChill!
âResist Magic!
âBarrier!â
Miazovaâs Mana Reflux wouldnât have worked on the high shaman due to the vast disparity in their spellcrafting talents. All it could do was to layer defensive spells on itself and Shu Yichao.
This is weird. Why do the spells I cast on Shu Yichao apply to me too? Itâs as if Iâm considered one entity with himâŠ
Boom!
Shu Yichao was faced with a massive inferno, but he made no attempt to dodge. On the contrary, he dove straight into the inferno like a boat sailing through a sea of fire, zapping down any flames that dared approach him.
In the blink of an eye, he was already right in front of the high shaman.
Whoosh!
The destructive flames wrapped themselves around the high shaman, forming a powerful barrier around him.
The high shaman had finally thought things through.
Even though he was the stronger one here by a huge margin, the enemy necromancer was holding his own through his ridiculous reflexes. Due to that, the enemy was able to land all sorts of scratches on him in close combat.
These attacks werenât fatal, but they were vexing to deal with.
Since thatâs the case, I should protect myself with a flame barrier. If the enemy tries to cut my flame barrier, heâll receive damage in return. The flames will travel up his weapon and torch him alive!
But the high shaman made a miscalculation.
There was a flash of silver light. It was neither from the modaoâs sharp edge nor from the Lightning Arrows. Rather, it was coming from a mysterious chain.
This chain had been lying in concealment all this while like a serpent, waiting for an opportunity to bare its fangs and sink its lethal venom into the enemyâŠ
âWhatâs that?!â
The silver chains immediately shackled the high shaman.
The high shaman had heard that the Great Tangâs Imperial Mentor had an artifact to shackle his enemies, but he had never heard that the artifact would absorb oneâs mana. He was horrified to discover his mana swiftly drying up, till it vanished altogether.
âImpossible!â
The high shaman knew better than anyone how huge his mana reserve was. To draw an analogy, it was comparable to a rapidly flowing river. Yet, the river had suddenly turned into a dry river bed.
This alarmed him.
This is madness! I have ruled over Transoxania for so many years, but I have never encountered anything as eerie as this!
The high shaman anxiously struggled, clutching onto the hope that the artifact might be surprisingly fragile. It was a fair deduction, as very few artifacts were both powerful and resilient. Unfortunately, he didnât have time to put that deduction to the test.
For Shu Yichaoâs lightning-clad modao was already right before his eyes.
If the high shaman still had his mana, he could at least wrap himself in mana. With his superior magic resistance and defense, Shu Yichao would have to slowly scrape him down bit by bit.
But nowâŠ
The first cut!
âAH!!!â
With a flash of white light, the high shamanâs wings were sliced off. A blood stench wafted in the air.
The second cut!
Shoosh!
Lightning crackled, and flames spewed everywhere. The high shamanâs claws were slashed off.
The third cut!
Shu Yichao aimed his modao at the high shamanâs head.
A mere glance at Shu Yichao sent warning bells ringing in the high shamanâs heart. His muscles and nerves were screaming danger at him.
Iâll die at this rate. Iâll really die!!!
The high shaman mustered the final bit of his strength and howled in despair. Teetering between the boundary of life and death, he decided to put aside his dignity and pride.
Those things were only useful for the living!
âMilord, deity from the high heavens! Itâs a misunderstanding! We can talk things through, soâŠâ
BZZZT!
Lightning crashed on the high shaman like the final judgment, devouring him whole.