How come this mage can fight better than a warrior?

Taixu was comfortably hiding in the white cotton-like clouds, enjoying the warm sunshine, while Longdong was lying leisurely on Taixu's broad and solid back.

Long Dong closed his eyes and lay quietly, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him. However, not long after, Long Dong felt an indescribable boredom.

They had been waiting here for a long time, but there was still no movement in the mysterious foggy canyon, and the butterfly, flower and butterfly king never showed up. So, bored, Long Dong simply entered a state of meditation, trying to calm his heart.

At this moment, Taixu, who was on guard, suddenly sensed a strange aura approaching the Misty Canyon. Taixu quickly informed Longdong of the situation.

After hearing the news, Long Dong did not hesitate at all and immediately ordered Tai Xu to continue to hold on in the Misty Canyon. Long Dong then flashed and rushed towards the direction where the abnormal breath came from, determined to find out what happened.

Outside the canyon, three necromancers dressed in black robes and exuding a gloomy aura were wandering around aimlessly.

The necromancer walking in the middle was holding a huge cage in his hands, which contained two colorful and huge eighth-level female butterfly monsters.

At this moment, he was showing off his precious "trophy" to his two companions with a smug look on his face. But he was unaware that he and the other two were already dead in Long Dong's eyes.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew across the land. The three necromancers felt a black shadow flash before their eyes, as fast as lightning across the night sky.

However, before they could come to their senses or even take any countermeasures, a horrifying scene happened the next moment: the three figures were like burning papers, burning into ashes in the blink of an eye, drifting away in the wind, disappearing without a trace, as if they had never existed in this world.

After killing three necromancers, Long Dong sat leisurely on the top of a tall tree. Long Dong held the bamboo flute Tianyin in his hand and gently played the flute sound like the sound of nature. His expression was leisurely and focused, as if the whole world only existed with him and this beautiful melody.

The rescued butterfly monsters flapped their wings in panic, not knowing who had lent a helping hand at the critical moment. They only knew that they had to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible, so they fled the scene as quickly as possible.

When the butterfly monsters completely disappeared from sight, Long Dong put away Tianyin, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and revealed a barely perceptible smile. Then, he flashed and disappeared like a ghost, as if he had never appeared here before.

In a tent not far from the Misty Canyon, the necromancer Tian Dao was pacing back and forth with an angry face. The necromancers he sent out to investigate had lost contact one after another, and no one had returned so far. This made him extremely angry.

Not long ago, Tian Dao was severely reprimanded by his superior, the necromancer Wei Lou, for failing to capture the Butterfly King. Looking at these incompetent subordinates, the anger in his heart burned more and more fiercely.

Although Tian Dao's intelligence clearly showed that the Butterfly King was hiding in the Misty Canyon, his men had circled the mysterious canyon several times but still failed to find any trace of the Butterfly King. In order to prevent the Butterfly King from escaping, Tian Dao had to order people to patrol outside the canyon 24 hours a day.

However, as the days passed, not to mention the Butterfly King, not even a single person was seen. Tian Dao became increasingly anxious and began to doubt whether the information he had received was accurate, or whether someone was secretly working against him and deliberately sabotaging his plans.

Inside the tent, Tiandao's eyes were wide open, his face flushed as he yelled at the air: "Where the hell have you been, you bunch of trash? You can't even find a single person, and you still don't even know how to come back and report to me!" His angry roar echoed in the tent, deafening.

At this moment, a melodious and beautiful flute sound came from far away. This flute sound was like the sound of nature, beautiful and pleasant, as if it could penetrate the human soul. However, Tiandao, who was upset at the moment, had no intention of appreciating this pleasant flute sound, but felt extremely annoyed.

"Who is that idiot playing the flute outside? Are you tired of living and want to die? You! Go and kill that guy for me!" Tiandao shouted at one of his men in frustration.

After hearing the order, one of Tiandao's men immediately obeyed and turned around to walk out of the tent. But as soon as he reached the door, he suddenly fell to the ground as if he was cast under a spell, and did not move at all.

Seeing this sudden scene, Tian Dao was stunned, but he quickly reacted and thought to himself that something was wrong. He used all his defensive equipment without hesitation, and layer after layer of shields shining with black light tightly wrapped him up. Then, he quickly released a thick black fog, and under the cover of the black fog, he fled into the distance like a ghost.

In just a blink of an eye, the extremely solid defensive equipment on Tiandao's body shattered and scattered all over the ground. But fortunately, Tiandao finally managed to escape.

Long Dong looked at Tian Dao's receding back and did not choose to chase him. Long Dong knew very well that with Tian Dao's ability, he would never be a match for the Butterfly King.

The Holy Temple of the Dead must have sent someone much stronger than Tian Dao to deal with the Butterfly King. The strength of the person who was able to hunt down the Butterfly King should not be underestimated.

Long Dong was worried that if Tian Dao's escape was a trick set up by the enemy, it would be a loss. Thinking of this, Long Dong decided not to chase Tian Dao. In order to protect the Butterfly King and the Butterflies and Flowers, Long Dong could not leave the Misty Canyon for the time being.

Tian Dao, who had escaped death, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Long Dong did not catch up. When Long Dong was only at the King level, Tian Dao had no way to deal with him. But now, Long Dong has been promoted to the ranks of the Immortal level strongmen, and Tian Dao can only run away from Long Dong.

At this time, Tian Dao finally realized that the men he sent out were not unwilling to return, but simply could not return. He was absolutely certain that they must have all died at the hands of Long Dong.

Just when Tian Dao was determined to leave Butterfly Country and return to the Holy Temple of the Dead, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. This person was none other than the strongest person that the Holy Temple of the Dead had just sent to Butterfly Country—the demigod-level Necromancer Wei Lou!