Only the centermost string remains.
"What the hell is she doing!"
"All the strings are broken, and there is only one left. How on earth are you going to play it?"
Jun Mohuang's act of breaking the strings instantly caused people around him to talk about it.
"I don't know. Could it be that she wants to use this string to play the piano?"
"What can one string play? Sister Yuxue's music is complex and changeable. Jun Mohuang knows that he is destined to lose, so he is trying to make things more mysterious and flattering!"
A witch who was also Qin Ji said.
A string can only pluck a few notes, let alone play the song that Yuxue Qinji just played, even simple songs cannot be played.
This is basic common sense!
Amid everyone's confusion and disdain, Jun Mohuang reached out and fiddled with the remaining string a few times.
"You! Give me my piano back!"
Seeing that there was only one string left on her piano, Yuxue Qinji glared at Jun Mohuang angrily.
This piano was her weapon and her beloved thing, yet it was broken by Jun Mohuang with only one string left.
Jun Mohuang knew she couldn't win, so she destroyed her piano to vent her anger.
Yuxue Qinji was very distressed and angry.
Jun Mohuang ignored her.
Her hand that plucked the strings suddenly changed, and her fingers danced.
Familiar sounds of the piano, played by Jun Mohuang, came from the only remaining string.
It was exactly the song Yuxue Qinji played just now.
The fingering method used by Jun Mohuang was also the fingering method used by Yuxue Qinji.
Both the melody and the fingering are exactly the same, perfectly reproduced.
"This...how is this possible!"
Yuxue Qinji and everyone present seemed to have seen a ghost, staring blankly at Jun Mohuang's hands and the only remaining string.
One string plays such a complicated tune...
This is not common sense at all!
But they soon had no intention of being surprised, and no extra energy to think about how she did it.
The sound of Jun Mohuang's piano was like a sharp blade, piercing the hearts of everyone present.
As the sound of the piano unfolded layer by layer, the scene in front of every demon clan in the hall suddenly changed.
The scene in front of them was no longer the main hall of the Demon Palace, but a real battlefield.
On the battlefield, the demon army laid down millions of corpses and blood flowed for thousands of miles.
The demon army was defeated miserably.
Only a few hundred demons like them were left on the battlefield.
Opposite, millions of Eldar troops were rushing towards them.
He wanted to pick up his weapon immediately, summon his spiritual power, and fight the non-existent enemy on the opposite side.
The gap was so huge that every demon couldn't help but turn red, breathe quickly, and big beads of sweat kept dripping from their foreheads.
They wanted to retreat, to escape.
The disparity in military strength is too great, and there is no hope of victory at all.
But there was always a sound of the piano that lingered in their ears. This sound of the piano went straight to the bottom of their hearts, passionate and high-pitched, and instantly ignited the bellicose blood in their bodies.
Warlike blood, a will unwilling to surrender, and a soul unwilling to admit defeat are roaring and clamoring madly.
"war!"
Someone among them shouted, and all the demons took out their weapons, summoned spiritual energy, and took the initiative to face the spirit army.
All demons have forgotten life and death, even if they are scarred, even if they have been pierced by thousands of arrows.
Even if the opponent's number is thousands of times greater than ours.
At the last moment of their lives, they were proud and proud.
They achieved the highest honor as a demon clan.
(End of chapter)