"I have heard you are also a Mental Power Monk. Today, let us use mental power to duel."
The Dark Emperor's voice was low and hoarse, like a curse from the Nine Gates of Hell, echoing in the void, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly.
Before the words fell, his momentum suddenly changed, and a vast and terrifying mental power burst from within him like a surging tide, instantly permeating the battlefield.
The Dark Emperor slowly raised his hands, murmuring incantations, as he deployed his mysterious and powerful spiritual power.
Before him, the void began to twist and deform, with spiritual power interwoven like threads, gradually condensing into a string of a zither emitting a cold and eerie light.
The string seemed slender, yet it held infinite power, as if a gentle pluck could invoke havoc across the heavens and earth.
