Below, the melodious, low-pitched strains of strings rose; above, the thunderous boom of drums echoed.
The sounds of the zither and drum harmonized, the music gradually building to a climax.
Shu Han's pupils constricted. Black energy emanating from his black claws firmly enveloped him, but this energy was also affected by the sound waves. With each disturbance in the music, the protective black energy weakened.
He couldn't help but let out a cold laugh: "Sound-based magical artifacts, you really know how to think of me!"
Shu Han extended his right black claw, drawing black claw marks and striking upwards and downwards.
He immediately transformed into a wisp of black smoke, preparing to flee.
Judging from the duet of the two, he knew their cultivation was considerable and their coordi
