The flute sounded like a spring breeze, like babbling water—light and melodious, carrying a delightful rhythm.
Yet when it reached everyone's ears, it was like a massive hammer smashing viciously onto their souls.
Bang—!!
Luo Yao and the others possessed extraordinarily powerful souls, yet caught off guard by such a blow, their vision suddenly darkened as searing pain tore through their souls.
Some let out muffled groans, their figures staggering as they nearly fell from the sky.
The flute continued to resound, cheerful as a breeze brushing over a bright lake, exquisitely pleasant to hear.
But to Luo Yao and the others, the flute was like a demon's roar, tearing and gnawing at their souls!
One after another, their souls were affected, plunging them into the most realistic of illusions.
It was just like the soul attack Su Yi had suffered when fighting Demon Emperor Huan Ting—their soul memories were influenced, their perceptions twisted and altered, leaving them unable to break free!
However, Luo Yao and the others had fought imperial figures of the Thousand Transformations Soul Devil Clan for years, so they naturally possessed abundant experience. The instant they were ambushed, they realized what kind of attack they had encountered and immediately began resisting.
Su Yi acted at once as well.
Clang!
Sword Chant Like the Tide rang out, filled with supreme Sword Might that surged through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
The impassioned sword chant spread outward, breaking the flute's sound that resounded through the clouds in one stroke.
Heaven and earth were filled with a stern sword chant, as imposing as heavenly might.
Luo Yao and the others abruptly awoke. Only then did they discover that, in an extremely distant place, a vague and ethereal feminine figure had appeared out of thin air.
Though she stood