The flute sound seemed to float from the distant horizon, gentle and ethereal, yet carrying an indescribable magical power.
The people appeared as if they were under an immobilization spell, their originally fierce attacks becoming weak and powerless.
Shen Jingqi and Lin Yue exchanged a glance, a trace of delight flashing in their eyes. "It's the flute sound! Strike back now!" Shen Jingqi shouted, gripping his longsword tight and charging at the nearest enemy. The longsword pierced like lightning, directly through the person's chest. Lin Yue was not to be outdone; her figure flashed, and the short blade in her hand swept across an enemy's throat, splattering blood on her face.
Taking advantage of the moment, they launched a counterattack, weaving through the enemies like tigers descending from the mountain. Those affected by the flute sound could hardly mount an effective resistance, falling one after another. Soon, those mysterious figures were entirely repelled by them.
