Xu Qing gritted his teeth. Now wasn’t the time to sit around hesitating. The question was whether or not the music from the countless ghosts haunting the night would work on the giant. If it didn’t, then Xu Qing would have to think of a way to make his escape. Even if it was effective, he had no idea how long it would take to work.

Therefore, he waved his hand, causing the recording bottle to shine with glittering light. The same sound from before echoed out.

Xu Qing held his breath and looked at the giant and the dragon chariot.

The giant didn’t seem affected by the sound at all, and continued to stride closer and closer to Xu Qing.

2,700 meters. 2,400 meters. 2,100 meters.

Xu Qing reeled as the pressure grew greater, weighing down on him, pushing down onto his lungs so hard he struggled to breathe.

Don’t tell me it’s not going to work.

Xu Qing looked at the dragon chariot and was now able to see the engravings even more clearly, including some written text. The...