Just as the mask was put on, the phosphorous powder released by the Fog Butterfly had already begun to drift over.
"Xiao Dian, don't use any skills. Fall back and avoid it," Han Qiwu quickly instructed.
Although it was unclear if this phosphorous powder could ignite, being cautious wouldn't hurt.
Seeing its attack land successfully and the enemy retreat repeatedly, the Fog Butterfly gleefully flaunted its large wings.
Han Qiwu: "..."
What's there to be so proud of?
If I weren't curious about the tricks you've got up your wings, I would've taken care of you ages ago.
Han Qiwu switched back to the mysterious lightweight crossbow, loaded a mysterious Crossbow Arrow, and aimed at the massive wings of the Fog Butterfly before releasing a lightning-fast shot.
With a piercing sound, the Fog Butterfly was struck, and a hole immediately appeared on one of its wings.
The enraged Fog Butterfly whipped its wings behind itself, flapping rapidly as it charged full speed toward Han Qiwu.
