Borrowing Another Sword

The flute melody entered this space, creating tangible sound waves that rippled in the surroundings. The vocals were filled with a sense of sorrow, bringing tears to one's eyes.

Xing Ye's expression suddenly changed, realizing that this was the sound of the Ghost Flute. But why would the sound of the Ghost Flute appear here?

The others were bewildered. Even though Shen Lang and Qiu Qin had been following Xing Ye all the way, they had never witnessed the Ghost Flute.

"Could it be the lamenting Ghost Flute!" Shen Lang seemed to recall something, his expression changing.

Looking ahead again, the body of the old monster, which should have disappeared, was still pierced by the long spear. Blood flowed from the wound!

"You scoundrel! Shut up!" The old monster suddenly yelled, his eyes filled with madness. "You caused this!"

The Emperor's avatar's eyes were cold. The Ghost Flame Spear slowly pierced in again, and blood oozed from the old monster's wound.