"A shattered insect cocoon?"
Gazing upon that giant cocoon fragment atop the blood-colored flower sea, Han Fei's eyes filled with confusion. It seemed that something had already emerged from a cocoon in the deepest depths beneath Dead Building, completing its transformation.
"The butterfly's strength should still be at the stage of hatred, yet the aura emitted by the insect cocoon fragments is already of an unspeakable level."
"This isn't the butterfly's cocoon!"
The death intent radiating from the insect cocoon enveloped the Dead Building residential area, and it was because of this very death intent that the complex was named Dead Building.
Approaching the flower before him, with dewdrops of death intent lingering on its vibrant petals, Han Fei stood at the elevator door clutching the Rebirth Slaughter Saber. He was very resistant to entering that sea of flowers, but inside him, two voices were incessantly urging him on.