The ultimate goal of a Spiritual Mage's attack is to cause the opponent's spirit to collapse, to induce spiritual paralysis. Ye Yinzhu took a deep breath and gazed at the numerous Fergersons in front of him, beginning his performance.
His hands gently moved across the Haiyue Qinhui Zither, and the soft music of the zither began to rise quietly. A pale purple halo spread out from Ye Yinzhu's body, radiating in all directions without deliberate control. The gentle melody turned into wonderful rhythms, naturally flowing from the play of his eight fingers.
As the sound of the zither began, the surrounding illusions no longer concerned Ye Yinzhu; his heart had completely submerged into his own music. Ever since he started learning the zither, he had managed to retreat into a state where nothing existed outside of his music during performances.