Ruthless tactics
Luo Tian nodded lightly. "Yes."
"Have you still not found out where the flute came from?" he pressed.
Luo Tian gave a wry smile. "Not yet."
Bai Shan turned away indifferently and continued watching the battle.
He also wanted to know what else that flute could do. If it proved enticing enough, he wouldn't mind taking it for himself...
With his speed reduced, Meng Zhao's expression turned cold. He raised the Phantom Spear in his hand, no longer able to launch the same brazen attacks as before.
The flute's melody still lingered around them, making the battle that followed rather strange.
Zheng Shi'an sat leisurely on the ground, playing his flute, while his opponent fought furiously against empty air to one side.
"What's going on?" everyone asked in confusion. Why was Meng Zhao fighting what seemed to be nothing, as if he'd gone mad?
"Is this how illusionists attack?" someone guessed, looking at the bizarre scene before them in alarm.
"Most likely!"
"How terrifying!"
Watching this, Bi Fan smiled faintly. Once Zheng Shi'an's opponent fell into his illusion, there was no chance of winning unless their strength far surpassed his.
Of course, someone with especially powerful Soul Power might still be able to fight back. But clearly, Meng Zhao wasn't one of them.
The flute's melody grew faster and faster, and the person trapped in the illusion attacked more and more fiercely. After the time it took an incense stick to burn, nearly all of his Chaos Qi had been depleted.
At last, Zheng Shi'an lowered the flute and watched with a smile as his opponent gradually emerged from the illusion.
Meng Zhao furrowed his brow. In an instant, he looked as if he'd seen a ghost and shouted, "Didn't I kill you? Why are you still standing