The butterflies went towards the three Saint Realm cultivators, their faces showing despair. They could not move, Saint Lady's magical power was already locked onto them and the activity on their bodies had already paused. A man dropped down from the sky with a great sword and struck out the sword.
"Whoosh" The sounds of a flowing river were heard from the sword that struck out.
"Humph" A golden condensed barrier covered Mark to protect him from the pressure. The people watching all rushed back but they still fell to the floor severely injured. If the two attacks collide, thousands of people at the scene will die. Just as the butterfly was about to strike the sword, it stopped and the butterfly streaked back into her body. It is Zhang Shuohan.
"Zhang Shuohan, don't interfere in this matter, I have to teach them a lesson. They are too shameless" She said.