On the battlefield, Ling Tian and Hua Min'er continued playing the soul song. The soaring notes of the flute and guzheng charged across the field like a thousand armies, unstoppable. The Black Armored Battle Team was like fallen leaves in the wind, liable to be shredded at any moment. They could no longer form a battle formation.
Seeing this, Thousand Hands Granny and the others were overjoyed. They followed Ling Tian, ready to break through the encirclement. But suddenly, a piercing whistle rang out. It was so sharp that it seemed to stab straight through their souls.
When the whistle sounded, Ling Tian and Hua Min'er felt a sharp pang in their minds, and the rhythm of their soul song faltered. With the music interrupted, Li Huo's side was granted a reprieve. They reformed their encirclement and unleashed a torrent of attacks from every direction, forcing Ling Tian and the others back once more.
Furrowing his brows, Ling Tian resumed playing the Jade Flute, and the soul song rose again. But the piercing whistle sounded once more, interrupting his music again. Ling Tian looked around, trying to find the source of the whistle, but no one appeared in the direction it came from.
"Ling Tian, don't bother looking. That whistle is peculiar; it can change direction, so you'll never find where the person is, much less kill them." Thousand Hands Granny's voice rang out.
"Brother Ling, that person's whistling attack is so powerful! It feels like it's almost as strong as the soul song." Hua Min'er was baffled. She—or rather, the entire Cultivation World—recognized the Samsara Soul Song as the most powerful Soul Attack secret art. How could she not be shocked to find that a sound attack could suppress it?
"No. In terms of power alone, that whistle is