Tom pulled a huge... horn from his pocket.
Golden, old-fashioned, the kind of large brass horn used at circuses to draw in the audience.
Grey Wolf's eyelids twitched at the sight of it.
"Boss, what is Tom planning to do?"
"No idea." Qin Feng leaned against the spaceship hatch, holding a cup of coffee. "But it should be pretty interesting."
Tom raised the horn and aimed it at the black mass of soul beasts rushing in from afar.
He took a deep breath.
Then—
"Beep—!"
A piercing whistle exploded from the horn.
It was no ordinary sound.
The sound waves formed visible ripples in the air, spreading outward like waves across water.
Wherever the ripples passed, the ice cracked apart and snowflakes flew backward.
The ice wolves and ice bears charging at the front were sent flying by the sound waves, flipping several times through the air before crashing down to the ground in a daze.
"A sonic attack?" Snow Empress frowned. "Sound waves at this level are useless against high-level soul beasts."
Before her words had even faded.
The soul beasts that had been thrown down climbed back to their feet and continued charging toward the spaceship.
But their movements had become strange.
Every soul beast was stepping in perfect unison, following the exact same rhythm.
Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.
As if they were performing some bizarre dance.
"This..." Ice Empress froze. "What are they doing?"
"They've been forcibly synchronized." Grey Wolf stared at the data on the screen. "The horn Tom used isn't emitting ordinary sound waves. It's producing a special frequency capable of disrupting biological neural rhythms."
"Now, all of those soul beasts' movements have been locked onto the same frequency."
Qin Feng took a sip of coffee. "Keep watching."
Tom put away