The red-haired girl raised her head and sang.
Her throat emitted a voice unlike any human, intoxicating and enchanting.
A chill crept in with an indescribable tingle, the magic sound instantly seized the audience's hearts, as if their souls were being toyed with by an invisible hand.
Su Ming'an never considered the Luowasha race to be particularly powerful. Even the Dragon Clan was something that could be cut down, but at this moment, he perceived the extraordinary nature of the Nightingale Clan.
This kind of singing... it attacked both the body and the soul simultaneously.
"Puh!" Ming suddenly coughed up blood, with his eye sockets, nasal cavity, and ear edges all stained with blood. He looked shocked at the red-haired girl: "Is this a mentality attack?"
Su Ming'an suddenly realized why Ming bled from all seven orifices last time. It wasn't caused by the explosion of the white stone, but because the mentality attack struck Ming where it hurt.
