"Huo Yuhao" this time did not chant any profound or complex incantations; he just slightly raised his right hand, his slender fingers beckoning gently in the Void Realm.
Following his movement, a thick grey mist suddenly surged before him. The mist rolled and swirled, condensing and shaping rapidly in the air as if it possessed life, transforming into a slender flute in the blink of an eye.
The flute was translucent grey-white, as if condensed from the purest Soul power, with fine and profound patterns faintly flowing on its body.
Huo Yuhao reached out, his slender fingers firmly gripping the flute in his palm.
He brought the flute slowly to his lips, his eyes, covered with a grey haze, drooping slightly, his long eyelashes casting faint shadows on his eyelids.
As his fingers tapped rhythmically on the flute, like elves dancing lightly under the moonlight, a wisp of flute music drifted out from the flute.
The flute sound was not loud or hurried, but soothing and melodious, like a wisp of faint plum blossom fragrance drifting from distant mountains in winter, or like silvery moonlight scattered in the quiet night sky, carrying a kind of indescribable solemnity within its coldness.
To Gu Yue and Na'er, other than the ancient and solemn melody, there was nothing special about this flute music.
They even felt that this piece was quite pleasant, like ceremonial music that would only be played at some ancient sacrificial ritual.
But when their gaze swept toward the seven Old Devil Heads not far away, they discovered that their state at this moment was worlds apart from just a moment ago.
The moment the flute sound reached the ears of the seven Old Devil Heads, they only felt the power that had maintained their Soul stability for thousands of years suddenly becoming uncontrollably restless.
That power was like gunpowder ignited by the flute sound, frantically rushing left and right in the depths of their Soul, as if countless invisible hands were tearing at their Soul body from the inside, wanting to break through the shackles of this illusory shell and return to the most primitive wandering state.
That feeling was a hundred times more painful than being sliced by a thousand knives on the physical body, because this was a tearing directly at the depths of the Soul, which no amount of willpower could immunize against.
"Ah!!!"
As the Desire Old Devil let out a shrill scream first, the crisp girl's voice was completely distorted and deformed at this moment, recovering its aged and hoarse tone.
The other six Old Devils also couldn't bear it anymore at almost the same time, screaming out one after another.
Seven figures of various shapes twisted and struggled violently in the melodious flute sound, as if they had been thrown into the same purgatory.
Some twisted constantly, their bodies changing into various horrifying shapes like kneaded dough.
Some held their heads tightly and rolled frantically on the ground, wishing they could tear their own heads off their necks.
Others kept pounding their bodies forcefully, as if trying to smash that manic power inside them out of their shell through this futile method.
This flute sound was an elegant and soothing musical piece to normal human ears, but to this group of Old Devil Heads, it was an out-and-out death-summoning note.
Every note was like a red-hot branding iron repeatedly crushing their Soul, making them suffer unimaginable pain every minute and every second.
Even these Old freaks who had lived for over a thousand years and claimed to have hearts as hard as iron had no power to resist in the face of such torture directly targeting the Soul.
At this moment, although Huo Yuhao's body was being controlled by Electrolux, his consciousness was not suppressed or asleep, but like a quiet bystander, watching everything that had just happened in its entirety.
He recognized the magic Electrolux was casting at this moment; it was a special ninth-level magic called Undead Overture.
It infused the power of Undead magic into the musical melody, using the flute sound as a carrier to spread out, achieving a terrifying effect of indiscriminate group attacks.
Moreover, this magic was extremely subtle; it only acted on Soul bodies, and for normal humans with a physical body, what reached their ears was just an ordinary piece of music, not receiving the slightest influence.
After a while, the melodious and majestic flute sound finally slowly dissipated in the air of the valley.
Huo Yuhao's figure slowly descended from mid-air, the ancient and majestic aura around his body receding rapidly like a receding tide, and those eyes covered with grey haze returned to their original clarity and brightness.
Gu Yue was the first to walk up, reaching out to take Huo Yuhao's hand.
She did not speak immediately, just slightly raised her head, her eyes as clear as amethyst staring at Huo Yuhao without blinking, her gaze clearly carrying a hint of doubt that had not yet dissipated.
Huo Yuhao read her eyes and turned his head to smile slightly at her.
He did not deliberately lower his voice, saying directly: "This is a method taught to me by another teacher, specifically used to restrain Soul bodies."
As the relationship between him and Gu Yue became more and more intimate, many secrets that once needed to be carefully guarded were no longer secrets now.
Gu Yue's purple eyes blinked gently; she naturally still had doubts in her heart.
What kind of teacher could teach such a method that even thousand-year Old Devil had no power to fight back against?
Moreover, the aura of that power just now seemed to be completely different from the Spirit Power on the Douluo Continent.
However, she ultimately did not ask further, just gently squeezed Huo Yuhao's fingers, then moved her gaze to the opposite side.
As the Undead Overture ended completely, the severe pain from the depths of the Souls of those seven Old Devil finally slowly receded.
They climbed up from the ground one by one, their movements even more disheveled than when they first woke up.
The seven Old Devil gathered together unconsciously, exchanging glances with each other, but no one spoke first, remaining silent for a long time.
They didn't say a word, just raised their heads again, casting their gazes cautiously toward the harmless-looking teenager opposite them.
This time, there was no more mockery or dismissiveness in those gazes, replaced by a kind of solemnity mixed with fear and confusion.
They had lived for over a thousand years and claimed to be knowledgeable, but the flute sound just now, that method of tearing directly at the Soul and making them have no power to resist, was completely beyond the cognitive scope of all of them.
Moreover, those five Old Devil who woke up later, looking at Destruction and Nightmare again at this moment, all had a hint of resentment in their eyes.
They seemed to be saying: "Why didn't you make things clear when transmitting the message just now? Do you call that a reminder?!"
This suffocating silence did not last too long, and after a while, a figure walked out slowly from the seven.
This Old Devil was of medium build, his skin presenting a kind of malnourished, withered dark yellow, hanging loosely on his skeleton like orange peel drained of moisture.
His features were plain, only a pair of eyes had a restrained sharp light.
This person was the Greed Old Devil; as the leader of the seven devils, since the other six Old Devil were still immersed in lingering fear, he naturally had to stand out to preside over the situation.
Greed walked up to Huo Yuhao and stopped at a distance of three steps away from him.
He did not beat around the bush and said directly: "I am the Greed Old Devil Head. Just now, we were blind and had shown much disrespect to Your Excellency. I hope Your Excellency will be magnanimous."
His voice was hoarse and low, his speaking speed not fast, but it carried a sense of openness and stability.
Even though he was facing only a fourteen-year-old teenager at this moment, when he said the words "Your Excellency", there was not half a point of reluctance or insincerity in his tone.
He paused, then continued: "Your Excellency does not seem to want to take our lives. If you have any demands, you might as well state them directly."
Even Old freaks who had lived for thousands of years had to lower their arrogant heads in the face of absolute strength.
Greed no longer regarded Huo Yuhao as a junior here for military training, but placed him in a position equal to or even higher than himself.
This point could be seen from his repeated address of Huo Yuhao as "Your Excellency".
Huo Yuhao knew that his goal for this trip had been achieved with Perfection upon hearing this.
He had obtained the scepter of destruction and the Seed of Life, these two gifts from the God King, on this Devil Island, which could be said to be a full harvest and a trip not taken in vain.
Therefore, he did not have any resentment toward this group of Old Devil Heads guarding Devil Island, so his tone was still polite: "Destruction and Nightmare, the two Seniors, know my demands. Just ask them about the specific matters."
After saying this, he did not explain too much, turned around and walked to a flat piece of grass on the side, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.
The experience just now was not just a shock to his mind, but his own consumption was not small either.
Now that the matter had been settled, he also needed to rest and recuperate.
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A/N:
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