It grew louder and louder, like a demonic song piercing the ears. Chains rattled and shifted, as though accompanying the singing, lending it a trace of desolation.
A wall blocked the secret chamber, and the singing came from behind it.
Qian Wanyu had her retreat several steps. Only after she reached a safe spot did Qian Wanyu draw the Water-Thunder Whip. She summoned a bolt of Heavenly Thunder, then lashed out with the whip, sending lightning charged with destructive spiritual power blasting a hole through the stone door.
The singing stopped abruptly, and everything seemed to freeze.
Dongfang Minghui crouched down. She was short to begin with, and once she crouched, she could see through the hole in the stone. She craned her neck, tilted her head slightly upward, and looked up-straight into a pair of whitish eyes. "Ah-!"