The sound of guqin sounded even more urgent under Ye Futian's fingers. What came with the sound of guqin was the suffocating coercion that filled this vast space presently. It was as if the Great Path between heaven and earth was about to solidify, and even time and space were about to come to a standstill. In this oppressive space, the attacks from the other four cultivators did not stop but continued to press forward against them.
Haotian Mudra came slamming down, completely covering this corner of the sky. Every note Ye Futian was playing exploded as they came in contact with the Haotian Mudra. However, the Mudra, as released by Hua Junmo, was far too terrifying. It was as if that phantom of Haotian the Great had pressed down from above the sky, destroying everything that was in its path.
