Zhi'er was taken aback for a moment and unconsciously said, "I can't believe it's so powerful."
She strummed the zither strings once more, and a blue-gold light shot from her left hand, merging into the ancient zither. Instantly, the power of the zither increased significantly, able to hold its own against the intensifying red wave.
The area they occupied, which was shielded from the red wave, surprisingly expanded due to the presence of the blue-gold light.
The range now expanded to over ten meters.
Suddenly, several roars echoed in succession. As the red wave intensified, some people could no longer resist and fell into madness.
"It's probably Master Fa Yang and Mo Tian," Zhi'er seemed to know everything, her eyes filled with certainty. Her beautiful gaze swept through the dense, impenetrable mist as if she could see right through it.
"It's a pity for Sang Han. He could have held on a bit longer."
