The scene epitomized chaos. Luckily, the two yin forefathers made it out of the heart of the battlefield.
Forefather Celestial’s expression darkened at Bloodreed’s insults. His confidence finally cracked. Had he misjudged the situation? Had their sound waves really not destroyed the inner structure of Winterdraw and the human cultivators?
But what about the music? Wasn’t it Jiang Chen playing the zither? If so, who was the one that had attacked the blood demon forefathers?
Countless questions plagued his mind, none of which he could answer.
“It seems that we’ve been played by the humans again, Forefather Celestial!” The third...