"Drip, drip—"
"Buzz, buzz—"
"Crack, crack—"
In the primitive forest where thousands of undead wandered, it was cloud-shrouded and filled with an eerie grimness.
A mellow piano tone pierced like a divine sword, its radiance bursting through the sky, causing people's hearts to tremble, and vengeful spirits to panic.
The nearby giant skeletons didn't have time to react, with green arcs of electricity climbing their limbs, freezing them in place, unable to move at all.
The elusive ghosts, screaming, desperately charged forward, undeterred by death.
Just as they got close to the performer, their speed started to slow. The piano sounds transformed into a pervasive chilling wind. With a few crackling sounds, their souls were completely rigid, eventually shattering into nothingness, leaving no trace behind.
"It seems that Ye Xuezhu really did fall at your hands..."
