"I understand." Yin Ren steadied his mind, and the melody flowing from his zither became increasingly fluid. The music spread outward without interruption as the two of them, protected within the barrier, played "Soul Requiem" in perfect synchronization.
All around them, the others were locked in bitter combat. Old Jiu's golden needles turned the deep, blood-black mist attacking him into a pincushion; yet, once the mist dispersed, it merely gathered together again—though slightly smaller than before—and lunged at him once more. Old Jiu’s expression was grave; he raised his hand to unleash another rain of golden needles, engaging the entity in a war of attrition.
Quan Wei, being a body cultivator, was exceptionally cautious this time. He activated the defensive jade talisman at his waist, covered his fists in Immortal Spiritual Energy, and struck down the mist clusters one after another.
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