The instant Xuan Feng pressed the mystical White Jade Flute against his glabella, the air seemed to be savagely torn apart by an invisible giant hand, emitting a piercing shriek like ripping fabric that drilled straight into everyone's eardrums and made their scalps tingle.
Lu Yao felt a powerful wave of air rush toward her like a surging tide, instantly knocking her flat on her back. The Phoenix Mark on her wrist—rumored to be a protective token bestowed by ancient divine objects—now felt as though it were being scorched by fire, the flesh sizzling from the heat. The excruciating pain spread from her wrist, making her gasp sharply.
She watched helplessly as Xuan Feng's robes fluttered, as light and ethereal as a white crane spreading its wings, while emerald mist poured backward through the flute's holes, glowing with a faint luminescence and flowing as if it possessed its own life.
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