But this was just the beginning!
As Jiang Fan's ten fingers moved swiftly, plucking the zither strings.
High-pitched notes pierced the air, sending shivers down spines.
It was as if a fierce tiger was treading on dry twigs in the deep, dark forest, approaching slowly from the shadows.
Everyone's hearts tightened, and they dared not breathe.
It truly felt like a scene of being in a dire situation.
Next.
Jiang Fan's spiritual power surged, causing the zither notes to burst forth suddenly.
It was like a tiger pouncing, roaring fiercely.
Moreover, now distant and now near, sometimes high and sometimes low.
It seemed as if tigers surrounded them from all sides.
A sense of being attacked by a hundred tigers came looming!
Yuan Zhiyu's figure wavered, involuntarily moving closer to Gong Caiyi.
But Gong Caiyi also felt as if she were in the midst of it, instinctively standing on tiptoe, her whole body tensed.
As the sound grew more intense.