Looking at the lute in Yun Sheng's hand, everyone in the Bai Ren Sect was filled with doubts. Could it be that Miss Yun intends to use such a fragile-looking lute to grapple with the Red Fire Tree Centipede?
Buzz buzz——
Her delicate fingers descended, and in an instant, the magical light on the strings transformed into a cold gleam. In no time, the Zither Sound formed dozens of magical attacks more fierce than the light of blades and the shadows of arrows.
At first, the Zither Sound seemed unendingly gentle, yet its power was like a falling thunder.
The countless Zither Sounds transformed into Fireballs, Wind Blades, Earth Spurs, or Water Arrows, intermixed with Dark Attacks like black lightning.
These magical attacks showed no mercy, attacking from extremely tricky angles.
The pink Demon Beast perched on Yun Sheng's shoulder occasionally flapped its fleshy wings.
"Dearest master, break its legs, blow its head apart!"
