The Nine Golden Needle Transformative Acupressure Technique allowed Wind Chimes to increase her strength by an entire level, just as she wished.
The zither sounds on the battlefield seemed to have instantly increased in pitch, and they became even more agitated and piercing. Under countless Wild Wolves' shocked gazes, the sound blades that gathered in the air suddenly materialized and turned into thin, white blades that contained a fierce chill. They shone with layers of piercing light in the air, and they were like a river of light formed by cold ribbons that had no light. With an even more domineering and fierce momentum, they charged at the crowd from the air.
"No!"
"Careful!"
The people who stood under the river of light felt danger. They felt as if there were layers of steel blades squirming around them, and they felt as if they were about to be cut into pieces at any moment. They held back their movements.
Their momentum was reduced, and they were immediately distracted. Shocked and dazed, quite a number of Persian players were killed on the spot by the elites of Lovely Land and Chivalry Alliance.
But soon, more people cried out in surprise.
They noticed that the countless thin blades that were even fiercer and fiercer were not directed at the normal players.
The sound blade river that was formed by light shot past the heads of the Lovely Land and Chivalry Alliance members in the air. It quickly split into small streams with astonishing momentum above a large group of Persian players, and they charged at the supreme-class Wild Wolves in the crowd.
When the Wild Wolves noticed this, it was already too late for them to dodge or block the sound blades.
After the Nine Golden Needle Transformative Acupressure Technique was used, the sound blades were even faster than before. They were like attacks released by elites at the later stage of Myth Realm, and their damage was even greater. It was difficult for them to dodge in the crowd.
Thud!
Thud! Thud!
As the continuous sounds of flesh being pierced rose and fell, pained screams rose and fell. Dozens of Wild Wolves' supreme-class elites had just joined the battlefield, but they were cut to pieces by the terrifying sound blades. With disbelief and shock on their faces, they crashed into a group of their own people. Their bodies were drenched in blood, and their blades flew everywhere. It was a tragic sight to behold.
Hundreds of sound blades instantly killed dozens of Wild Wolves in the crowd. At the same time, the remaining sound blades easily cleared a large area of Persian players under Wind Chimes' control. They worked together with their comrades whose morale had been greatly boosted, and in the span of a breath, they killed hundreds of people.
"Ha!"
"All hail Demonic Zither!"
"Haha! Kill them! "
"Kill these bastards!!"
The morale of Lovely Land and Chivalry Alliance that had just been suppressed by Evil Emperor instantly recovered, and they became even stronger than before.
The Persian players were swept away the moment they met. They did not even have the chance to fight back before they were cut down as easily as if they were twigs.
Wind Chimes locked down on the Wild Wolves' positions with her thin blade and chased after them accurately. Anyone who was targeted by her had almost no chance of escaping!
After all, even the sect master of Zither Sect, who was an elite in the dao of heaven who was skilled in defense, had praised Wind Chimes' offense in the beginning. It was obvious just how powerless the players were in front of Wind Chimes' offense.
As for Wind Chimes …
In the face of the sect master's monstrous and oppressive presence, Wind Chimes had once been so agitated that her eyes and nose bled. She had practically staked everything on one throw and even bet her life on it. Later on, she received an increase of one hundred qi points, one Willpower point, and five Affinity points. Right now, her strength could be considered to have improved.
Under the protection of a group of supreme-class elites, he faced the Wild Wolves without any distractions, and he easily split the sound blades into dozens of waves or even more.
This was equivalent to the power of a group of martial artists at the later stage of Myth Realm attacking at the same time. Even someone as strong as the supreme-class elites from Wild Wolves would find it hard to withstand the encirclement of a group of elites whose abilities were about the same. Besides, their attacks were all in the form of sound waves, so it was only natural that it was even more difficult for them to withstand it.
In an instant, the powerful fighters who could usually fight on their own could not even last one round against Wind Chimes when she went berserk. They were continuously lashed until they were drenched in blood and torn to shreds.
Wind Chimes, who was in a berserk state, had an urge to vent the power that was continuously growing in her body.
Hu!
Whoosh!!
The Tian Mo Qin flies above his head, spinning rapidly. His feet move like a wheel, moving along with the qin. His ten fingers are frantically plucking the strings, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, his long hair spreading wildly, looking just like a demon god.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of the zither surged higher and higher!
The Sound Blades gathered in the air in an endless stream, and with lightning speed, they shot out in different directions with bared fangs and brandished claws.
Wherever it passed! The players were thrown off their feet!
When they sensed Demonic Zither Wind Chimes' domineering presence and the unstoppable momentum of the Chinese players, countless people sucked in sharp breaths.
Quite a number of Persian players saw that the places without Wild Wolves in front of them fell like wheat being harvested, and they were terrified. They hesitated, and there was hesitation and shock on their faces.
Even the Wild Wolves felt chills crawl down their spines when they saw Wind Chimes slaughtering madly. They hesitated a little.
"Nice kill!"
"Faster!"
"We might as well charge into Shiva Town in one go!"
"That's right!"
Under the lead of the sound blade river in the air, the morale of the people from Lovely Land and Chivalry Alliance rose like a tidal wave. With a momentum that could tear through a dam, they charged hundreds of feet forward.
In an instant, cries for murder filled the air.
More than ten thousand people from the Persian side were killed by the fierce charge, and a huge wave appeared among the enemy army.
"Hiss …"
"These are the Chinese players?"
"Damn it!"
"They're ridiculously strong, aren't they?!"
In the hearts of countless Persian players, the person who played the zither had already risen to the same level as Evil Emperor.
When they saw the dazzling and fierce zither notes push toward Shiva Town like a huge demonic hand, quite a number of people took a detour. Once they heard the sound, they lost their will to fight.
The Wild Wolves felt so gloomy that they wanted to cough up blood.
Due to the Chinese players' obstruction and the long-distance killing effects of the zither notes, they did not know why Wind Chimes suddenly became so strong, as if she had eaten some kind of tonic. The group could not even use the Forbidden Daiya Technique before they were cut down to pieces, and their corpses were all over the ground.
Wild Wolves had always been successful in every endeavor.
This time, their two thousand men were actually killed by the thirty thousand people from the Chinese server, who were not that strong. Many of them had only died once, and in the blink of an eye, they were killed. They could not even kill a few people at the frontlines before they were killed.
When did the Wild Wolves come over in such a pathetic manner?
Many people became wary, and the number of supreme-class Wild Wolves who rushed forward gradually decreased.
Once their numbers were reduced, only the Persian players were left. How could they possibly stop the Chinese players from pushing forward at full force?
Very soon!
The Chinese players were already less than one mile away from Shiva Town.
They were at the city gates!
Quite a number of people could even see the surprised and excited faces of the Persian players on the city walls.
At that moment, only Howling Moon frowned while he followed behind Wind Chimes. He stared at Evil Emperor, who had not come over for a long time, and there was a hint of worry in the depths of his eyes.
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