At this moment, the Monkey Wine merely picked up the flute slowly.
The flute was a bamboo flute, and every Witch had one. His was carved by his younger sister Wuya back when he was young and given to him.
However, the Monkey Wine did not like playing the flute. Normally, when casting magic, he would just hold the flute in hand, gently waving it against the wind, and the sound produced by the wind blowing into the flute holes would be enough to help him control the gu.
But this time, he brought the flute to his lips and gently started to play.
In the depths of the ten thousand mountains, the drumming suddenly became heavy and fierce. It was the King of Chaos, casting magic on the other side of the mountain.
The surrounding atmosphere was eerily oppressive, with spectral imagery intensifying several times over in a split second.
Bald Zhang and his eight hundred troops now felt as if every blade of grass and every tree around them had come to life.
