Lin Yuzong flipped his hand over and produced an Azure Jade Flute, then began to play it.
The flute's melody was cheerful, leaving listeners feeling exceptionally at ease, even giving them the illusion of floating like immortals.
Guangdong Ren felt his mind grow hazy and his gaze turn dull. It was as though he stood amid a pond of wine and a forest of meat, with an abundance of fine wine and delicacies laid out before him.
His stomach rumbled as he walked toward the wine and food. Clearly, he had fallen under an illusion.
An Ran wore a grief-stricken expression, as though enduring some kind of agony. Su Yuren wept bitterly, tears streaming down his face. Both had fallen into the illusion.
Lin Yuzong played the jade flute while accelerating his escape.
Just then, eighteen massive crimson pillars of fire descended from the sky. Each was ten zhang in diameter. The eighteen pillars converged into an enormous crimson curtain of light, upon whose surface eighteen Crimson Fire Serpents, each over a hundred zhang long, writhed ceaselessly as though alive.
"Isn't this one of Sacred Talisman Palace's three great secret talismans, the Heavenly Python Demon-Locking Talisman? Bastard, you tricked me!"
Lin Yuzong cursed loudly, his face filled with rage.
At the critical moment, Zhang Wuchen had played Lin Yuzong for a fool, using talismans to trap everyone. Yet Lin Yuzong had still clung to the fantasy of breaking out alongside Situ Mei.
A silver escape light suddenly lit up in the sky a hundred li away. The silver light flashed, revealing Zhang Wuchen's figure—no, it should have been Situ Mei.
"You fool. You believed everything you were told. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for being so stupid. It seems I can no longer remain in the South Sea.