Taking advantage of Ao Qin's momentary distraction, Shen Luo flashed to Ao Hong's side and spread his hands.
A dazzling burst of golden-black light erupted, enveloping Ao Hong's body and cutting off the blood-red musical notes. Strands of black light pierced into Ao Hong's body, drawing out every blood-red note within him.
With the demonic energy no longer entrenched within him, the conflict in Ao Hong's body swiftly subsided, and he regained his senses. He immediately rolled over and rose to his feet.
"Enough. They can already withstand that damned flute music. Stop playing!" Ao Qin shouted coldly at the sight.
The flute music in the treasury ceased at once, and the blood-red musical notes dancing everywhere gradually faded into nothingness.
"I didn't expect you to have some skill. But I've had enough fun. I'll send you on your way now." Ao Qin snorted, stepped forward, and a strange gleam lit up in his eyes. Raising his hand and curling his fingers into a claw, he grasped at the empty air before him.
A blazing light flared in his palm. A point of blue radiance spun rapidly within it, and a massive deep-blue sphere of light materialized out of thin air. A hazy dragon silhouette swam within it, devouring the surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy like a whale swallowing the sea.
A monstrous suction force erupted from it, causing the surrounding void to rumble and tremble.
"Brother Shen, Ao Qin has fused a sliver of dragon soul into it. It can absorb the water vapor of the four seas, and the heaven and earth spiritual energy it draws upon is far beyond anything we can imagine. We must not confront it head-on." Seeing this, Ao Hong disregarded his injuries. Light flashed over his body, and he transformed into a