Hou Yi's archers began to take aim, releasing a volley of arrows that cut through the sky and converged directly on Wang Zhaojun.
Behind Wang Zhaojun, a giant Manjushaka blossomed, its delicate filaments stretching out to weave into a protective shield that enveloped her.
The Flute of a Hundred Birds Saluting the Phoenix materialized in her hands. She raised it to her lips, pressing her fingers gently against the holes, and a clear, melodious tune poured out.
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