Bloodthirsty Evil Spirit!
The flute's sound, like sobbing and weeping, echoed through the vast, silent Nine Bend City and in the ears of everyone there.
It wasn't only Lin Bai who heard the flute. The people of the Evil Moon Sect heard it as well.
Within the alley, Fei Lingzi, Luo Wuling, and the others joined forces to deal with a group of Netherworld Evil Spirits, casting secret arts to refine them.
Having learned from the previous experience, Fei Lingzi was clearly handling the Netherworld Evil Spirits with ease this time.
"What is that sound?"
"Is that lunatic playing the flute?"
"This sound is so strange... Why do I feel so weak?"
The people of the Evil Moon Sect pricked up their ears and listened. Before long, they sensed that something was wrong.
As the flute's sound spread, they felt weakness permeating their entire bodies. Then, their dantians slowly fell silent, their Dao Fruits gradually withered, and they could not muster even the slightest bit of strength.
"Seal your six senses and seven apertures!"
Fei Lingzi hurriedly shouted.
The people of the Evil Moon Sect immediately reacted, circulating their cultivation to seal their seven apertures.
The low notes continued on and on, echoing through Nine Bend City.
One Netherworld Evil Spirit after another heard the sound and began moving slowly.
If the people of the Evil Moon Sect could have seen this scene, they would certainly have been shocked, because the direction these Netherworld Evil Spirits were heading was precisely where they were.
Within the alley where the people of the Evil Moon Sect were gathered, the surrounding streets were filled with the traces of Netherworld Evil Spirits in the blink of an eye.
Even if the people of the Evil Moon Sect possessed heaven-defying cultivation, it probably would not