Chapter 391: Han Fei and His Souls

The brilliant saber edge that tore through the night cleaved the butterfly's heart, and the entire Death Building seemed to freeze for a second.

At cabinet 4444, the butterfly turned its head, its gaze solidifying on the Soul of Evil.

The future from the nightmares eventually became reality, only this time, the one wielding the saber was not Han Fei, but an Evil Ghost.

"How can a ghost wield the saber of humanity?"

The butterfly, struggling madly, paused for a moment as cracks spread from its chest along its veins, reaching throughout its body.

Its wings, which seemed to have stolen all the colors of the Deep World, began to dim, its night was torn apart.