Li Xuanshu had been fully focused, preparing to seek an opportunity to ambush Wu Xinlan from the flank while Li Longyue and Whale Fall were deadlocked, interrupting her irritating flute. However, the instant that gentle melody entered his ears, he felt as though the air around him had suddenly turned into thick seawater. Every movement met vastly greater resistance, and his speed involuntarily slowed by half a beat! Worse still, the flute music burrowed straight into his mind, carrying a strange power that made him drowsy and unable to concentrate. Even the Soul Power he had gathered showed a faint, almost imperceptible sluggishness and fluctuation!
"Not good! This flute can both slow movements and disrupt the mind!" Li Xuanshu was alarmed. He fiercely bit the tip of his tongue, and the sharp pain barely kept him awake. Yet that omnipresent feeling of sluggishness and irritation clung to him like a shadow, severely affecting his condition.
Li Longyue was affected as well! His right arm, locked in a contest of strength with Whale Fall, felt as though it had sunk into a dense, slick bed of seaweed, with every exertion slightly impeded. A faint dizziness and agitation also rose in his mind, as if countless tiny voices were whispering by his ears, trying to disrupt his fighting rhythm and judgment. Although his mental strength far surpassed Li Xuanshu's and he instantly dispelled most of the interference, the unceasing flute music, lingering like background noise, undoubtedly distracted him and prevented him from focusing completely on the battle before him.
What an eerie support-control ability! It strengthens allies while weakening and disrupting enemies, practically encompassing the core abilities of a support-type Soul Master—and with such remarkable effects! Li Longyue's heart grew solemn as he raised his assessment of Wu Xinlan's danger once more.