Although Tian Xin possessed a high-grade Immortal Artifact that combined soul and sonic attacks, she had no cultivation technique for soul attacks. Under Ling Tian's Samsara Soul Song, she could barely protect herself. If she hadn't relied on her profound cultivation to suppress her roiling blood and qi, she would have long since been unable to hold on.
Although he had temporarily suppressed Tian Xin, Ling Tian felt no trace of triumph. He played the soul song as he retreated, hoping to seize the chance to escape Tian Xin's Phenomenal Domain. But even while defending against his soul song, Tian Xin could still control the ice mirrors. He simply couldn't get away.
That wasn't even what worried Ling Tian most. Tian Xin's cultivation was only at the Great Perfection Spirit Division Stage, and she was already able to hold on. If she stopped suppressing her cultivation, Ling Tian wouldn't be able to withstand her attacks at all.
Ah, let's see whether Tian Xin raises her cultivation. If she doesn't, I'm confident I can exhaust her Mental Power completely. Ling Tian sighed softly, a hint of helplessness in his voice. If she does raise it, I'll have no choice but to use Chang Xiangshou. I'm not sure I can withstand Tian Xin even then, but I'll give it my all.
As he thought this, Ling Tian's hands never stopped moving. The flute music grew fierce and strident, like ten thousand golden spears and iron steeds sweeping across the battlefield, or countless flying swords ringing with a metallic clang, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.
As time passed, Tian Xin's smooth, jade-like forehead grew slick with sweat. Her chest heaved more and more, and the hand holding the dusky blue flute trembled slightly. Her face had turned pale, her spirit flagging.