On the battlefield, Ling Tian hid behind the Ancient Wood. He could only defend passively, and was at an absolute disadvantage. Fortunately, the Ancient Wood and vines were excellent at blocking attacks. Even when cut down, they quickly re-formed, though this consumed a great deal of energy. But Ling Tian recovered Immortal Yuan Power quickly, and his Mental Power was replenished continuously, so he wasn't worried about this level of expenditure.
The vines twisted like flood dragons, and Jin Yi didn't dare enter recklessly. The two were at a stalemate once again.
Seeing that he was safe for the moment, Ling Tian took out a Jade Flute and began to play.
This Jade Flute wasn't the Jade Flute; it was a long, pearly-white flute. After all, the Jade Flute was already well known to everyone and couldn't be used. Fortunately, he'd robbed plenty of hunters over the years, so taking a flute had been easy enough.
The Jade Flute's mournful notes carried Soul Attacks that constantly assailed Jin Yi.
Jin Yi's expression shifted when he was struck by the Soul Attack, but he didn't divert any Mental Power to resist it. Instead, he retreated more than a dozen steps, putting some distance between himself and the sound waves. This weakened Ling Tian's Soul Attack considerably.
That wasn't all. Jin Yi suddenly bent down and pressed both palms against the ground. A strange fluctuation spread outward.
As he played the soul melody, Ling Tian suddenly felt a pang of alarm. Without hesitation, he put away the Jade Flute, then flashed upward from the ground.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A sharp sound sliced through the air. Dozens of spikes suddenly shot up from the spot where Ling Tian had been standing. If he hadn't dodged quickly, they would already have pierced his body.