บท 1585: Thirty-Six Divisions

The eight Heavenly Fire Demonic Butterflies brought Zhang Ruochen to the white cliff. Flapping their wings, they flew back into the flower sea. They seemed not to want to study the Way of Truth image at all.

"These butterflies are so interesting," Zhang Ruochen said, chuckling. "They're so powerful, but they act like little girls."

But the next moment, two bursts of murderous Qi traveled over. Zhang Ruochen wiped his smile away and looked over.

Two figures in saintly roc armor appeared before him, one tall and one short.

The tall one was 2.3 meters tall. The short one was only 1.5 meters and looked like a dwarf.

They were in human form, but Zhang Ruochen sensed strong beastly auras from them—cruel, aggressive, and bloody. Even though they'd become Saints, the aura didn't disappear. Instead, it grew heavier.