The whistle was sharp and passionate, with a kind of eerie, enticing magic.
Invisible sound waves emanated from Yan Zhu's mouth, directly attracting all the beasts from the western wild forest of Bai Ze Island.
Almost all the beasts on Bai Ze Island responded to the sound, and as tens of thousands of beasts ran together, the Bai Ze Mountain Range trembled.
"I have summoned all the beasts in the Bai Ze Island mountains, just wait to be torn apart and devoured by the beast tide!"
After finishing the whistle tune, Yan Zhu was completely exhausted. She sat on a tree branch, leaning against the trunk, her legs dangling under the branch, waiting leisurely to see Xu Xingguang being torn and bitten by the beasts.
The great commotion caused by the beast tide caught many people's attention, including Zheng Qin, whose heart tightened as they watched the shaking forest.
Feeling the ground trembling, a smile finally crept up under Yan Jingchen's masked lips.
