"This Guqin Demon... having glimpsed the secrets of heaven, has actually branded the traces of the sky and forged his own music scores?!"
In the blink of an eye, Ye Mochou's mind achieved transparency, and then he fell into an even deeper level of absurdity.
Is this really possible? Using the Clock of the Era as a backdrop, imitating, simulating—just within a few short years, could they really extract nourishment from it and unleash a new vitality?
The Heavenly Zither Thunder Demon clan possesses such extraordinary perceptiveness?
Ye Mochou found it hard to believe, but the evidence was right before his eyes, making it difficult to question.
"BOOM!!!!!"
The cannon's muzzle writhed, and after slowly taking shape, the summit fell into absolute silence.
The souls that were still frantically fleeing a moment ago were nearly pressed down to the ground, indirectly stripping them of their ability to float.
