The clear sound of the flute rose melodiously, piercing through the long night.
The bodies of the ghouls, which had been madly crawling towards the lit-up Human Capital, suddenly froze, as if trapped in ice, stopping in the vast wilderness.
Their limbs twitched and contorted, as if they were resisting another force controlling them from within.
Ying Xiu, with his legs crossed, sat on a mountain stele, his face twisted with a crazed and carefree smile, which suddenly stiffened.
He abruptly stood up, crouched down, swiftly cut open his palm, and pressed his hand against the ground.
Scarlet blood tinged with a hint of purple spread quickly and seeped into the earth like veins.
"Roar!!!!!"
The snarls of the ghouls in the world grew more intense, and the monsters, whose bodies had been stiff, began to stir restlessly once again.
On Bai Tuo Mountain, everyone listened to the clear flute sound, already dumbfounded, looking at Baili An as if witnessing a miracle.
