The sound of the flute was melodious yet carried a mysterious power, swirling and echoing in the air, heading towards the phosphorescent light.
As the flute played, the ghostly phosphorescent light seemed to be drawn by a powerful force, beginning to waver and gradually dissipate.
Xiang Kun continued playing while murmuring, "Small phosphorescent light, just a malicious thing, dare to cause trouble here, today you shall be obliterated!" At this moment, Yili stood beside him, her posture graceful, yet exuding an innate arrogant aura.
Her beautiful eyes filled with determination, and the long sword in her hand shimmered with a cold light. Seeing that all the heroes had engaged the bandits, she let out a soft hum, her voice gentle yet with an undeniable stubbornness: "Humph, these villains dare to be our enemies? Today they will know the power of our Hengshan Sect's 'Cloud Mist Sword Technique'!"
