48 The Phoenix's Wrath & The Ling Master
As San's flute controlled the monsters below, Queen Wu soared high above the battlefield, her phoenix wings spread wide, casting a radiant glow that dazzled all who watched.
With a fierce cry, she unleashed a devastating attack — fiery feathers streaking like arrows. Each feather struck with precision and power, and in a blink, five monstrous warriors collapsed in flames, their roars silenced forever.
But the battle was far from over.
Suddenly, from the shadows, emerged the largest and fiercest of all the monsters — towering over even Queen Wu herself. Its eyes burned like molten lava, and its roar shook the heavens.
Without hesitation, Queen Wu dove into battle, her wings beating the air with thunderous strength. Flames clashed with dark energy as she faced the beast head-on, their fight sending shockwaves through the battlefield.
Meanwhile, on the ground, the Ling Clan's master appeared, his dark robes billowing as he stepped forward, eyes narrowing sharply at the sound of the flute.
He scanned the battlefield until they met — his gaze locking onto Wang San.
Ling Master (cold, surprised):
"So… it's you playing the flute."
San's heart quickened, the weight of the confrontation settling heavily.
The master's presence brought an ominous chill — a new threat that might turn the tide of this war.