Lin Xinyue's counterattack succeeded, but she showed no satisfaction. She turned and fled.
Just then, the air ahead rippled, and Shen Luo appeared. With a sweep of his sleeve, he sent a golden Dragon-Horn Short Awl shooting from his hand straight at Lin Xinyue.
Behind her, the scarlet sword threads tangled in spider silk suddenly flared. They swiftly gathered into a scarlet greatsword several dozen feet long, scarlet flames rising over its surface as it shot forward with a boom.
A series of cracks rang out as the web was forcibly torn apart. The scarlet greatsword hurtled forward, reaching a point only a few dozen feet behind Lin Xinyue in an instant.
Attacked from both front and rear, Lin Xinyue's heart jolted, but she did not panic. Green light flashed in her palm, forming an ancient, deep-green horn, which she blew with all her strength.
"Woooo!"
An unbearably piercing sound wave rapidly spread outward. The surrounding space hummed and trembled, raising wave after wave of almost tangible storms that swept in every direction.
The Dragon-Horn Short Awl and the scarlet greatsword bore the brunt of this sonic storm. Waves of sharp force struck them with loud cracks, sending sparks flying.
Both the Dragon-Horn Short Awl and the scarlet greatsword faltered in their advance.
Behind the Dragon-Horn Short Awl, Shen Luo suddenly clutched his head with both hands, his face contorted in pain.
Farther away, Bai Xiaotian felt as though someone had struck his head hard. His vision blurred, and he let out a muffled groan of pain.
The sound waves actually possessed the power to attack the divine soul!
Just then, the horn's sound suddenly deepened. No longer so piercing and harsh, it rose and fell in sobs like a woman weeping, wavering on the verge of breaking, shrill yet