First Battle

"Clang~~~!"

"Clang----!"

"Clang!"

Holding the Jade Lute in his arms, Celestial King Dhrtarastra Mo Lihai of the Four Heavenly Kings began to pluck the strings.

The crisp and powerful sound of the lute echoed across the skies of the Dongsheng Divine Continent.

The sound waves rippled outward like concentric circles in water.

Invisible, formless, phaseless, and substanceless, these sound waves were nonetheless entirely real.

Those rippling sound waves were like sharp, giant sickles sweeping through a ripe wheat field; wherever they passed, the clouds scattered, and the earth below looked as though it had been forcefully plowed from end to end.

As he strummed the Jade Lute in his arms, all the celestial battle lines deployed by the Celestial Soldiers around Mount Huaguo retreated a thousand miles in unison, for the sonic attack was a group skill that made no distinction between friend and foe.

A sonic attack was a mediocre tactic against opponents of the same rank and under identical conditions, because rivals could usually rely on their own dharma power to remain immune.

However,

when used to crush the weak, the effects of a sonic attack were nothing short of outstanding.

Even though the one hundred thousand celestial soldiers and generals brought by Li Jing had retreated a thousand miles, they could still clearly hear the lute's sonic assault from Mo Lihai. The moment the sound waves entered their ears, endless illusions immediately regenerated within their minds, trapping them so deeply in realms of fantasy that they could not extricate themselves. Those with weak divine souls had their consciousness instantly shattered by the sound.

Had the one hundred thousand celestial soldiers and generals not evacuated the central battlefield in advance, Mo Lishou could have staged a live demonstration of a peerless grass-mowing massacre before Sun Wukong even had