Jiang Liu, who arrived afterward, looked toward the distant heights, and his eyes flickered.
There was another battle taking place there. Frost God and Han Bai each held a blade, joining forces to besiege a man wielding a scepter and wreathed in Dark Primal Qi.
It seemed that the man under attack was Nether God of the Nether Race.
Yet even with the two of them attacking Nether God together, Frost God and Han Bai were still at a disadvantage.
Jiang Liu could sense that Frost God's condition was not good at all.
Could Frost God have suffered serious injuries before this? Jiang Liu wondered.
This was no small matter. If Frost God lost, there would be no one left in the Frost Race capable of suppressing Nether God.
Judging from the auras radiating from the three of them,
it was obvious that Nether God's strength surpassed that of Frost God and Han Bai by a considerable margin.
Fortunately, Frost God had Han Bai fighting alongside him.
However, according to Jiang Liu's estimate, they would not be able to hold out for long.
To prevent Frost God from losing too soon and causing the Frost Race to suffer a crushing defeat, Jiang Liu decided to join the battle.
Jiang Liu took out the Dongxiao Flute, raised it to his lips, and began to play.
A flute melody that made anyone who heard it feel comfortable rang out in midair.
After the melody appeared, the Dark Primal Qi filling the air rapidly gathered together, then formed a black dragon that swept toward the three people locked in battle.
This was the condensation of qi into objects through flute music that Jiang Liu had worked out himself. As for whether its power was any good, he would have to test it.
When