The noon hour had just passed, with over two hours until evening, yet they stood no chance of stopping the Flying Dragon. "If that’s the case, why don’t you flee for your lives?" Yun Sheng looked at the Elves with concern. In just the brief time it took to converse, the Masked Female Prisoner released a Group Strike Thunder Magic, instantly slaying more than ten Elves, as if her Magic Power were endless, and another dozen Elves fell victim. The Masked Female Prisoner also noticed Yun Sheng, but with an expressionless face, she continued unleashing magic, with the Flying Flood Dragon moving onward. Yun Sheng had never encountered someone so cold-hearted. It was as if she was born for slaughter, killing these Elves, who bore her no grudge, without so much as blinking an eye. "Because we are the guardians of Ice Waterfall City, the gateway to Xianju Country. We are all the most trusted subjects of the Queen, dispatched here to keep watch. The Blood Flood Dragon aims for something deep within Xianju Country. Even if we cannot stop it, the longer we can resist, the fewer casualties the subjects of Xianju Country will suffer. Therefore, even if it means spilling the last drop of our blood, we will stand our ground here. This is the duty of an Elf Warrior," the Elf Captain answered with unwavering determination. Yun Sheng was so moved by these words that her blood boiled with passion, "Good, then let me stand with you till the end." Having said that, Yun Sheng sent the Thousand-Year-Old Ice Zither swirling into the air and then suddenly sat down cross-legged, placing the Ice Zither on her knees. The strings of the Ice Zither still emitted a soft glow. This was the Masked Female Prisoner’s hair. Who would have thought that the Ice Zither, carved and taught by her own hands, would be used in a duel between them today. A bitter feeling rose in Yun Sheng’s heart, enemy or not, since she had already made her decision early on, then it was up to her to help the Elves in this battle. Yun Sheng cast aside the distractions in her mind, her heart becoming a calm expanse, and as her fingertips touched the soft hair-like strings, the Emperor’s Song poured forth. As the Emperor’s Song rang out, Yuan Bu Po was also entranced on the ground. "Brother Bu Po, we need to leave, it’s too dangerous here," Xuan Meimei tugged at Yuan Bu Po, "that woman is a madman, she loved to kill in prison, Yun Sheng has a death wish, but we still want to live." Xuan Meimei’s hand was shaken off as Yuan Bu Po suddenly plucked a leaf from the nearby trees and placed it to his lips. The same melody of the Emperor’s Song was played from the leaf. Hearing the familiar sound of the leaf whistle, Yun Sheng’s heart was jolted with surprise, and as she looked down, she saw Yuan Bu Po corresponding with her from afar. She revealed a knowing smile. The blend of zither and flute, intertwining together, achieved an unprecedented harmony. Yun Sheng couldn’t help but think, no wonder back in the day, her uncle Yun Canglang, faced with utter defeat, was able to hold out to the end with his strong willpower. The Elf Warriors, who were initially pressed back by the Flying Flood Dragon, fighting with their last shred of dignity, felt their dissipating Magic Power begin to gather back bit by bit when they heard the music. Elves are a race that loves peace and music. Although the Emperor’s Song was foreign, the ancient battle music contained a wonderful magic power which, played together by Yun Sheng and Yuan Bu Po, had an unprecedented effect. Feeling a renewed rush of passion for battle surge in their chests, the Elf Warriors raised their weapons. Under the Elf Captain’s command, the Elves once again launched an attack on the Flying Flood Dragon. "Fire, group attack Sealing Demon!" shouted the Elf Captain. At his command, ranks of Elf Sealing Demon Arrows were fired. Like straight lines, they were shot towards the Flying Flood Dragon, who was notably held back by the Sealing Demon Arrow Rain, slowing down significantly. Atop the flying flood dragon, the masked female prisoner was also slightly moved at this moment. She had long known the wondrous effect of Yun Sheng’s zither music, and there was also a young man, the duo’s zither and flute harmonized, though initially somewhat discordant, they soon worked together seamlessly. The effect of Emperor’s Song they brought out was much stronger than Yun Sheng’s previous solo performance. The strength of the elves seemed to have recovered, and moreover, appeared even stronger than before. Wave after wave of attacks, wave after wave of arrows, the masked female prisoner understood that if they did not break through immediately, these elf warriors, like locusts, could truly hold out until the end. If the people from the Elf Royal Court arrived, her real purpose for this mission would fail. The masked female prisoner was not as dull as she appeared on the surface. With a cold glance, she quickly identified the linchpin behind the current situation. Ever since she joined the elves’ ranks, the situation had changed. The woman had to be killed. Once the zither music was broken, the elves would have no strategies left. The masked female prisoner took a look at Yun Sheng. Did she really have to kill that child? For the first time, the masked female prisoner hesitated in her heart. She was a killing machine; she never hesitated in front of anyone, but at this moment, a voice within her was screaming, preventing her from attacking that child. The flying flood dragon beneath her let out a roar of rage, having been pierced by several powerful elf arrows. Follow current novᴇls on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱 "Can’t drag this out any longer," a ruthless light flashed through the masked female prisoner’s eyes. She suddenly started chanting and boom, a purple thunderbolt struck towards Yun Sheng. At that moment, Yun Sheng abruptly raised her head. Their gazes locked onto each other! But just as the thunderbolt was about to hit Yun Sheng, the masked female prisoner’s scepter trembled slightly. The meticulously aimed thunderbolt veered off course. "Boom--" An elf beside Yun Sheng was hit, tumbling down from the sky instantly. Startled, Yun Sheng’s hand shook the zither strings, "Bang," and a string actually broke. The string cut her finger, and blood immediately began to flow freely. "Yun Sheng, danger!" On the ground, Yuan Bu Po looked up just in time to see the masked female summoner, ghostlike, instantly teleporting past the multi-layered defenses of the elf warriors, and suddenly appeared right in front of Yun Sheng. Her strength was unfathomable and not like a typical mage at all. With one gesture, she knocked aside Yun Sheng and grabbed her throat. Her hand was ice cold, hundreds of times colder than the millennium ice and snow inside the ice prison. "You shouldn’t have come back," the masked female prisoner said grimly, looking at Yun Sheng with a strange fluctuation shining in her eyes. "Who exactly are you? Why do you serve the Summoning Court?" Yun Sheng’s throat was tightly clutched, and the masked female prisoner’s qi power was astonishing. It was hard to imagine that such a frail body could contain such terrifying force. "The dead don’t need to know so much," the masked female prisoner’s hands surged with magic power, she raised her magic wand, her gaze fixated on Yun Sheng’s face.