Looking down from high above.
The entire mountain was crawling with densely packed serpent lizards, spreading rapidly like a plague.
Beside a secluded streamside bridge.
Two serpent lizards caught up with the Human Race cultivators.
Nie Zizheng strode forward with his sword, speaking quickly. "We need to finish this fast. Otherwise, even if we win, we won't get away."
The child slowly climbed down from Wei Ni's shoulder and said, "Wei Ni, you strike first."
Wei Ni had already taken up his Ancient Zither, his hand poised over the strings.
He looked at the child and saw him crouching by the roadside, picking through the branches on the ground.
Then he looked at Nie Zizheng and saw him surge forward, his long sword turning into a streak of cold light as it shot toward the larger serpent lizard.
Now!
Wei Ni's hand moved.
The zither's notes rose, transforming in an instant into the clash of swords and the thunder of warhorses, unleashing wave upon wave of sound.
—No Restriction · Sound Sink!
The two serpent lizards suddenly sank toward the ground.
The larger serpent lizard had been about to pounce, but when the zither's notes enveloped it, it stumbled and fell.
—The zither's music seemed to weigh a thousand catties, greatly hindering their movements.
Nie Zizheng's eyes lit up.
An opening!
His long sword vibrated with a ringing hum, and a fierce sword shadow burst forth, breaking free of the blade and shooting straight into the serpent lizard's throat.
At the same time, the child picked up a branch as thick as an arm, gave a soft shout, and hurled it.
In the blink of an eye—
Nie Zizheng returned his sword to its sheath.
He suddenly shuddered, as if he were enduring searing pain.
"Senior Brother, what's wrong?" Wei