Douluo Continent: The Butterfly, Starting from the Authority of Death

Chapter 92 The Third Soul Skill of the Butterfly

Xia Die and Wang Xian'er brought the severely injured Zhang Peng back, but Zhang Peng seemed to be hanging on by a thread, and he fainted as soon as he got back.

Wang Xianji used the Healing Angel Martial Soul to continuously heal Zhang Peng, and his injuries were recovering at a visible speed until the wounds were completely undetectable.

However, Zhang Peng showed no signs of waking up at all.

Wang Xian'er frowned tightly, her face showing an extremely serious expression.

"How is it?" Xia Die couldn't help but ask.

"Miss, Zhang Peng's physical injuries can be treated, but the damage to his martial spirit and soul is very serious."

"Be more specific." Xia Die currently lacks the ability to convert death into life elements, making it difficult to observe the soul traces of a Soul Master who is under physical protection.

"It's unlikely he'll wake up," Wang Xian'er sighed. "His martial spirit essence is missing a part, and his soul is in a precarious state after withstanding an extremely powerful mental attack."

"Previously, he seemed fine; in the medical terms of the Sun Moon Empire, he was just hanging on by something called adrenaline."

"After you let out that pent-up anger, all sorts of aftereffects will appear."

"I can't save him."

Having spent little time with Zhang Peng, Wang Xian'er knew from her experience what kind of Soul Master he was.

Putting aside everything else, it is already quite remarkable that he has been able to stay in the Holy Spirit Church for so long, becoming the sixth of the seven great venerables, without being too influenced by the Holy Spirit Church's code of conduct.

"So you mean he'll never wake up, and his life is even in danger?" Xia Die asked to confirm.

"You could say that," Wang Xian'er sighed helplessly. "He has at most half a day left."

"Half a day, six hours?"

Wang Xian'er was puzzled as to why Xia Die asked so clearly, but she still nodded gently: "Yes, six hours, not too much difference."

"I understand." Xia Die's purple eyes held a hint of depth.

"He's always been in my team, hasn't he!"

Xia Die asked and answered herself, saying something that Wang Xian'er couldn't understand at all.

"I haven't inscribed my third soul skill yet, but I might be able to do it."

Xia Die walked to Zhang Peng's bedside and tore open the sleeve of his right arm.

"Tear it open!"

The bronze arm was engraved with a purple butterfly pattern, which was the Netherworld Butterfly that the Xia Die used to communicate with it.

At this moment, the outline of the Netherworld Stacks faded considerably, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

Xia Die placed her fair palm on the butterfly's spot.

A moment later, the faded outline of the butterfly quickly became clear.

The butterfly's hand moved away from the position of the Netherworld Butterfly.

"Elder Wang, please infuse your life element into my domain in a moment."

"Okay." Wang Xian'er didn't ask any further questions.

Xia Die sat down cross-legged, and the room's layout began to change.

Gradually, a sea of ​​purple flowers slowly unfolded, enveloping the surrounding layout.

Xia Die searched her mind for relevant memories, and in her vast memory, she found a characteristic that could be considered her talent.

In the cycle of reincarnation, the butterfly also relies on this characteristic to some extent.

Together with her sister Polycia, she exploited a bug related to eternal reincarnation.

This talent is called—the Shelter of the Moon Cocoon.

Simply put, when you are in a team, your character is unable to fight and gains the Moon Cocoon status.

Automatically triggered after a fatal attack, it pulls the character back from the brink of death and removes the abnormal status.

"This characteristic may change to some extent when it is condensed into a soul skill."

"But that should be enough."

Xia Die plans to inscribe her powers into her soul ring.

This way, the energy consumption is much less, just like in some Western fantasy novels, where magicians need to slowly construct magic circles, which is different from directly using magic scrolls.

"The strength of the beast's spirit ring might be enough to achieve that."

As Xiaodie pondered, she projected her consciousness into her spiritual sea.

She shared her thoughts with the demon spirit.

"What!?"

"You want to resurrect this brat named Zhang Peng?" The demon immediately bristled. "Resurrect? Do you even know what resurrection is?"

"My soul strength won't be in much danger, I'm confident I can do it, it's just that when I'm inscribing the soul skill, I'll need a lot of soul power to support it."

That's not what I meant.

The demon fluttered its butterfly wings, and all the Netherworld Butterflies in the sea of ​​flowers took flight, seemingly strongly disagreeing with the other butterfly's idea.

"Let's leave aside the engraving of these kinds of soul skills that involve rules for now."

"There is a high probability that there will be a price to pay after using it. It is said that the Nine-Colored Goddess and the God of Food used the resurrection skill to revive the Sea God Tang San, which caused them to lose their power for a long time."

"Is a mere level 96 Title Douluo worth it?"

"Don't forget, you're still in a dangerous period."

"When I left the Demon Forest, I sensed that the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult was level 98."

"I know."

Xia Die understood why the demon spirit was so agitated.

This is a matter of life and death.

If she, the host, were to die by accident, the demon spirit would also perish.

"I don't have many choices."

"Either give up, or treat Zhang Peng."

"I have used resurrection skills many times, and even if the rules are different here, the price I have to pay will not be much."

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Seeing Xia Die's serious expression, the image of Bi Ji appeared in the demon spirit's mind.

After a long pause, the demon sighed, "You remind me of a certain silly goose in the Star Dou Great Forest."

"The Emerald Swan, Brigitte?" Xia Die tilted her head and asked.

"Yes!" the demon spirit said indifferently, "With her personality, if it weren't for luck, she would have been gone like her people long ago. How could she have reached the level of 500,000 years?"

"I'm not like her," Xia Die said after a moment of silence. "I'm a rather selfish person."

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"I can't tell, but maybe!"

"I agree. Hurry up and inscribe your so-called resurrection soul skill."

"Don't make me go back on my word."

Thank you.

The consciousness of the butterfly disappeared into the sea of ​​spiritual awareness.

The demonic butterfly gently shook its head: "I can't resist its own decision, yet I have to come and ask."

"If I refuse, will you stop inscribing the soul skill you want?"

The spirit is unclear.

Perhaps Xiaodie will, perhaps she won't.

"If you refuse, I should stop."

"After all, we had an agreement that our relationship is equal."

"Go do your thing," the demon said irritably. "I don't want to create any distance between us, you silly girl. And if there are any aftereffects later, be careful not to die."

"Even if I accidentally die, you won't be alone because I'm here for you."

"Okay, thank you, I'll be careful."

The sound of a butterfly drifted through the sea of ​​consciousness.

The consciousness of the butterfly departed from the sea of ​​spiritual awareness.

After explaining the necessary steps to Wang Xian'er, I entered into deep meditation.

Purple, orange, orange.

Three spirit rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.

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