The moment the blue-robed man died, the gate of the altar closed. Although Wang Lin's expression was calm, his heart was shaken as he looked at the five-colored butterfly flapping next to him. After pondering for a moment, Wang Lin lifted his right hand to form a seal and carefully pressed it toward the butterfly.
The butterfly's wings paused and then turned into specks of five-colored light that slowly dispersed. After a moment, it turned back into the God Slaying War Chariot.
Wang Lin's heart relaxed and sweat came out from his forehead. The feeling of cold sweat was very rare for him. However, the scene of a peak Corporeal Yang cultivator's body and origin soul completely collapsing from just a flap of the butterfly's wing shocked him greatly.