After Duoji was killed, Xiong Tianba instantly broke free of his control, and his mind soon cleared. He gazed blankly around him, looking at his blood-soaked hammers, unable for the moment to remember what he had done.
Hu Xiaotian cut down a black-clad warrior, snatched the reins, and vaulted into the saddle. Seeing more than a dozen riders charging through the breach in Hexagon City into its ruins, he immediately realized they were heading toward the sound of the flute. They intended to eliminate the flutist.
Hu Xiaotian roared, "Brat, kill that fellow striking the bowl! Leave none alive!" His fury had been thoroughly aroused.
Only then did Xiong Tianba snap to his senses. Brandishing his great hammers, he charged into the enemy ranks.
Under the moonlight, Visa stood on an earthen platform with the Jade Flute in her hands, like a lily blooming silently in the dark. She played quietly while Yang Lingqi stood trembling beside her, guarding her with the Greensteel Sword. When the strange chanting had begun, he had plugged his ears as Visa instructed, yet the sound had continued to seep relentlessly into them. Then Visa had taken the Jade Flute and left their hiding place to play on the platform. Strangely enough, the moment her flute sounded, it diluted the chanting's influence, and his restless heart gradually grew calm and settled. Worried that something might happen to her alone outside, Yang Lingqi had taken up the Greensteel Sword and come out to protect her.
One rider had already followed the sound to them, driving his horse up onto the platform. Throwing caution to the wind, Yang Lingqi raised the Greensteel Sword to thrust at him, but the rider parried it with his scimitar before Yang Lingqi could strike. The impact numbed his arm, and the