Overture of the Undead

This time, Huo Yuhao did not recite any profound or complicated incantations. He simply raised his right hand slightly and gently gestured with his slender fingers in the air.

As he moved, a thick gray mist suddenly surged up in front of him. The mist swirled and rolled, rapidly condensing and shaping in the air as if it had Life God of its own, and in an instant it condensed into a slender vertical flute.

The vertical flute was a translucent grayish-white color, as if it were condensed from some kind of purest soul power, with fine and mysterious patterns faintly flowing across its surface.

Huo Yuhao reached out, his slender fingers firmly grasping the recorder in his palm.

He slowly brought the recorder to his lips, his gray eyes lowered slightly, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his eyelids.

As he tapped his fingers across the flute, like a fairy dancing lightly in the moonlight, a melody drifted out from the vertical flute.

The flute music was neither high-pitched nor hurried, but rather soothing and melodious, like a faint fragrance of plum blossoms drifting from distant mountains in winter, or like silver moonlight falling in the quiet night sky, carrying an indescribable solemnity amidst its coolness.

To Gu Yue and Na'er, the flute music, apart from its ancient and solemn melody, was nothing special.

They even found the music quite pleasant, like ritual music played during some ancient sacrificial ceremony.

But when their gaze swept over the seven Old Demon not far away, they found that their current state was completely different from before.

The moment the flute music reached the ears of the seven old demons, they felt the power within their bodies, which had maintained the stability of their souls for thousands of years, suddenly become uncontrollably restless.

That power was like gunpowder ignited by the sound of a flute, raging wildly in the depths of their souls, like countless invisible hands tearing at their souls from within, trying to break free from the shackles of this illusory body and return to their most primal, free state.

That feeling is a hundred times more painful than being torn apart by a thousand cuts, because it is a tearing that directly affects the depths of the soul, and no matter how strong one's willpower is, it cannot resist it in the slightest.

"Ah!!!"

As the Desire Old Demon let out a bloodcurdling scream, the clear, youthful voice was completely distorted and deformed, reverting to its aged and hoarse state.

The other six old demons also couldn't hold back any longer at almost the same time and shouted out in succession.

Seven figures of different shapes twisted and struggled violently to the melodious flute music, as if they had been thrown into the same purgatory.

Some of them twisted and contorted, their bodies contorting into grotesque shapes as if being kneaded dough.

Some clutched their heads and rolled wildly on the ground, as if they wanted to tear their heads off their necks.

Others kept pounding their bodies, as if trying to forcefully expel the frenzied power within their bodies through this futile method.

To the ears of normal humans, the flute music was an elegant and soothing melody, but to these Old Demon, it was nothing short of a death knell.

Every syllable felt like a red-hot iron being repeatedly pressed into their souls, subjecting them to unimaginable pain every single moment.

Even these ancient monsters, who had lived for over a thousand years and boasted of their iron will, were utterly powerless against such torment that directly targeted their souls.

Although Huo Yuhao's body was under the control of Electrolux at this moment, his consciousness was not suppressed or put to sleep. Instead, he watched everything that had just happened in its entirety, like a quiet bystander.

He recognized the Magic Electrolux was casting; it was a special ninth-level Magic called Overture of the Undead.

The power of Necromancy is infused into musical melodies, spreading out through flute sounds to achieve a terrifying effect of indiscriminate area-of-effect attacks.

Moreover, this Magic is extremely subtle; it only affects souls. For normal humans with physical bodies, the music they hear is just ordinary music and they are not affected in the slightest.

A moment later, the melodious and majestic flute music finally dissipated slowly into the air of the valley.

Huo Yuhao's figure slowly descended from mid-air, and the ancient and majestic aura around him quickly receded like the tide, while his eyes, which had been covered in gray light, regained their original clarity and brightness.

Gu Yue was the first to step forward and took Huo Yuhao's hand.

She didn't speak immediately, but simply raised her head slightly, her clear, amethyst-like eyes fixed on Huo Yuhao, a hint of lingering doubt clearly in her gaze.

Huo Yuhao understood her gaze, turned his head and smiled slightly at her.

He didn't bother to lower his voice, saying directly, "This is a technique taught to me by another teacher, specifically used to suppress soul entities."

As his relationship with Gu Yue grew closer, many secrets that once had to be carefully kept were no longer secrets.

Gu Yue blinked her purple eyes slightly; naturally, she still had doubts in her heart.

What kind of teacher could instruct someone to use techniques that even a thousand-year-old demon couldn't retaliate against?

Moreover, the aura of that power just now seemed completely different from the Soul Power on the Douluo Continent.

However, she didn't press the matter further. She simply squeezed Huo Yuhao's fingers gently before shifting her gaze to the other side.

As the Overture of the Undead came to a complete end, the excruciating pain Old Demon finally began to subside.

They scrambled to their feet, their movements even more disheveled than when they had first woken up.

The seven Old Demon gathered together as if by prior arrangement, exchanging glances, but none of them spoke first, remaining silent for a long time.

They remained silent, only raising their heads again to cautiously cast their gazes at the seemingly harmless boy opposite them.

This time, the mockery and indifference in those gazes were gone, replaced by a solemnity mixed with fear and confusion.

Having lived for over a thousand years and considering themselves knowledgeable, the flute music they had just heard, and the way it directly tore at their souls, leaving them utterly defenseless, was completely beyond their comprehension.

Moreover, when the five old demons who had awakened later looked at Po Mie and Nightmare again, a hint of resentment appeared in their eyes.

They seemed to be saying, "Why didn't you speak clearly when you were transmitting your voice? Is that what you call a reminder?!"

The suffocating silence didn't last long. After a moment, a figure slowly walked out from among the seven people.

The old demon was of medium build, with skin that was a shriveled, dull yellow, like that of someone suffering from malnutrition. It hung loosely on his frame, like an orange peel that had been drained of its moisture.

His features were unremarkable, except for his eyes, which shone with a shrewd, restrained light.

This person was none other than the Greed Old Demon. As the leader of the Seven Demons, he naturally had to step forward to take charge while the other six Old Demons were still in shock.

Greedy strode up to Huo Yuhao and stopped three steps away.

He didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "I am the Greed Old Demon. We were blind and rude to you just now. We hope you will forgive us."

His voice was hoarse and deep, and he spoke slowly, yet it possessed an air of frankness and composure.

Even though he was facing a fourteen-year-old boy, when he said "Your Excellency," there was not a trace of reluctance or insincerity in his tone.

He paused, then continued, "Your Excellency doesn't seem to want to take our lives. If you have any requests, please state them directly."

Even an ancient monster that has lived for thousands of years must lower its proud head in the face of absolute power.

Greed no longer regarded Huo Yuhao as a junior who came for military training, but placed him on a position equal to or even higher than his own.

This is evident from the fact that he repeatedly addressed Huo Yuhao as "Your Excellency".

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao knew that he had successfully achieved his goal for this trip.

On Devil Island, he received two gifts from the God King: the Scepter of Destruction and the Life Seed. It can be said that he gained a great deal and that his trip was worthwhile.

Therefore, he didn't harbor any resentment towards these Old Demon guarding Devil Island, and thus his tone was still quite polite as he said, "Seniors Po Mie and Nightmare know my request; just ask them for details."

After saying this, he didn't explain further. He turned around, found a flat patch of grass, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing.

The experience he had just gone through was not only a mental shock to him, but also a significant drain on his physical strength.

Now that things have settled down, he needs to take a good rest.