Chapter 160 The Final Whistle

Chapter 160 The Final Whistle

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!"

The chilling sound of something cutting through the air, like the grim glint of death, swept in from all directions.

Hundreds upon hundreds of arrows, accelerated by gravity, transformed into a dense, black rain of death, enveloping the two tiny figures embracing each other at the bottom of the Valley of Broken Souls.

There was nowhere to escape, nowhere to avoid.

Tuoba Xiao sat high up, a cruel sneer on his lips, as if he could already see the two hedgehogs being nailed to their deaths in the snow.

Valley bottom.

Tang Li stared at the rain of arrows falling from the sky, her pupils contracting to their maximum size in an instant.

In that split second, a thought flashed through her mind—to shield him from the arrow with her own body.

But the next second, she rejected the idea.

it's useless.

With so many arrows, even if she protected him perfectly, they would both be riddled with bullets. They would die like grasshoppers strung together in this cold, desolate snow valley.

"No... absolutely not!"

Tang Li bit her tongue, a fierce and resolute feeling welling up in her heart.

She not only wanted to live, but she also wanted him to live!

She suddenly raised her hand, not to shield herself from the rain of arrows, but to grip tightly the tiger bone whistle hanging around her neck.

Those were the fangs that fell out when Big White was losing his baby teeth, and they were polished into a whistle.

That was the token of the king of beasts, and also her last trump card.

"Pei Yunjing, hold me tight!"

Tangli let out a low growl, ripped off the whistle, and stuffed it into her mouth.

At the same time, she closed her eyes.

Give me... strength!

She let out a heart-wrenching scream in her heart.

Originally, her spiritual energy had been completely depleted while comforting Pei Yunjing. At this moment, she was like an oil lamp that had run out of oil, unable to squeeze out a single drop more.

But she didn't give up; she started to overspend.

Overdrawing her life force, overdrawing her soul, even... burning her very essence!

"Buzz—"

A sharp, splitting pain shot through the depths of his brain. Two streams of hot fluid gushed from his nasal cavity, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, staining the pale bone whistle crimson.

She is offering a sacrifice.

They sacrificed their mortal bodies and spirits in exchange for that one moment of divinity that allowed them to control all things!

Just as those millions of sharp arrows were about to touch the hem of their clothes.

Tangli puffed out her cheeks and, with the last bit of strength in her life, blew the bone whistle in her mouth with all her might.

"Waaaaah!!!"

There was no earth-shattering roar as expected. The whistle was low, desolate, and even somewhat hoarse.

It didn't sound like a human's breath; it sounded more like the roar of a beast from the ancient wilderness, or like infrasound that couldn't be detected by the ears but could directly shake the soul.

But its penetrating power is terrifying.

Centered on the pear tree, an invisible ripple of sound instantly erupted!

Ignoring the obstruction of wind and snow, and the shield of rock walls, it spread wildly in all directions at an incredible speed.

We passed through the Valley of Broken Souls, through the dense pine forest, and through the frozen river, reaching deep into the vast snow-capped mountains that stretch for hundreds of miles!

...

[A hundred miles away, atop a snow-capped mountain.]

A golden eagle that was preening its feathers in the wind and snow suddenly froze.

The languor vanished instantly from its sharp eagle eyes, replaced by extreme fear and submission.

[The king...it's the king calling for help!]

[Fifty miles away, deep in the mountains, lies a bear's den.]

A black bear that was hibernating and snoring loudly suddenly opened its eyes.

Its large, beady eyes flashed red, and it let out a furious roar, shattering the ice sealing the cave entrance with a single blow.

Who dares to hurt her?!

Ten miles away, in the snowy wilderness, lies a wolf's den.

A silver snow wolf king, as big as a calf, was lying on a rock gazing into the distance.

The moment the whistle reached its ears, it suddenly stood up and howled to the sky.

"Awooo—!!!"

The howls of wolves rose and fell, responding to the call from the soul.

The king is crying for help; the lord of beasts is summoning her people!

At this moment, the entire Helan Mountains, which had been dormant, awoke.