CHAPTER 425: CHAPTER 278: THE TERRIFYING GIANT BEAST

However, despite Carefree Meng Lan and Ling Yueyaya giving it their all, they were still at a disadvantage against the powerful man. At this moment, Jin Zizaidun couldn’t help but frown. The bloodstain on his left shoulder throbbed faintly, and his left arm hung limply, clearly heavily injured. Yet, his right hand tightly gripped a dark green flute; their hope lay therein.

The flute was crafted from jade and shimmered with a beautiful radiance. There were three round holes on its body. Jin Zizaidun had heard of the legends surrounding this astrological flute before, knowing it possessed mysterious powers. However, at this moment, he hesitated.

"What’s happening? Those wild spirits have clearly come, why are they not attacking these bastards?" Jin Zizaidun mumbled to himself.

A young man lying on the ground painfully lifted his head and looked at the astrological flute in Jin Zizaidun’s hand, speculating, "Brother, maybe it requires an attack command? Simply summoning them over might not be effective."

Upon hearing this, Jin Zizaidun was moved. He looked at the first round hole, his hesitation deepening. He had only heard that playing the first round hole could summon a large number of wild spirits to assist, but he didn’t know how to control them to attack the enemy. Could it be he misunderstood the astrological flute?

Seeing the increasingly perilous situation of Carefree Meng Lan and Ling Yueyaya, and other powerful men closing in, Jin Zizaidun finally couldn’t suppress his internal anger and panic. He decided not to hesitate any longer and resolutely pressed the first two round holes of the astrological flute and blew hard!

With a melodious and mysterious sound, an unusual aura suddenly permeated the air. The wild spirits lingering around seemed to be summoned by something, getting restless. Their eyes sharpened, and the sound of hooves stomping the ground grew more urgent and powerful.

Jin Zizaidun rejoiced at the sight, knowing his speculation was correct. This astrological flute indeed had the power to control wild spirits! He dared not slack off and continued to play the flute, trying to guide these wild spirits to attack the enemies.

As the flute sound persisted, the wild spirits finally began their assault. Like a furious torrent, they surged toward the powerful men, hooves stomping, claws tearing, swiftly drowning them in a sea of wild spirits. Despite their might, at this moment, they appeared so small and helpless, only able to utter piercing screams.

Carefree Meng Lan and Ling Yueyaya couldn’t help but cheer upon witnessing this, knowing they were finally saved. Jin Zizaidun also breathed a sigh of relief, putting down the astrological flute, watching the wild spirits attack crazily, his heart filled with sentiment.

A loud chant pierced the sky—it was the unique melody of the astrological flute, like an ancient spell echoing in the air. Suddenly, the sky seemed to be split by the flute sound, a bright lightning flash illuminated the whole sky, alternating between light and dark. This unexpected change seemed to stimulate the spirits, who panicked, emitting chaotic wails, and their previously orderly formation instantly collapsed.

Luo Chen found himself amidst the chaos, nearly gored by the antlers of a large deer. He reacted quickly, thrusting his feet against the ground and agilely leaping into the air. From above, he saw the spirits below speeding toward the mountainside, kicking up a cloud of dust. Luo Chen frowned, filled with confusion. What was happening? Why did the sound of the astrological flute cause such turmoil?

Meanwhile, Jin Zizaidun, holding the astrological flute, stood dumbfounded, staring at the giant black serpent rising near the edge of Divine Crown Cliff. He swallowed hard, his face was ashen, seemingly forgetting the importance of escaping. The appearance of the black serpent utterly shocked him, leaving him paralyzed.

Carefree Meng Lan and Ling Yueyaya also stopped fighting, staring blankly at the giant black serpent. The serpent’s tail was tightly coiled around a pine tree at the cliff’s edge, its entire body tens of meters long, resembling a black dragon. It flicked its tongue, continuously spewing foul black fog from its mouth. The fog sizzled upon contact with the air, appearing highly corrosive. Consequently, the cliffside dimmed significantly as if shrouded in the black fog.