Xu Yan realized shortly that, this battle cry of the dragon had nothing but a loud sound.
It didn't possess any strength to kill enemies!
However, as his golden dragon emerged and hovered mid-air, looking downwards, the haunting lute sound halted abruptly.
The gender-ambiguous Illusion Mage, with eyes full of dread, exuded a series of faint waves from his body, his energy surging as he gripped the lute in his hand.
A chilling light burst forth from the lute.
"Who are you? Why are you meddling in this matter? Did you also kill our Grandmaster of the Demon Cult?"
The voice of the Illusion Mage was so melodious and warm that it could be a man or woman speaking.
But Xu Yan paid no attention to the gender of his opponent. All he wanted was to continue comprehending the art of sonic killing, to master the essence of the dragon's war cry.
He even planned on incorporating the art of sonic killing into his Sword Intent of Mountains and Rivers.