Its evil aura was too heavy; it was not suitable for display on the shelves.
She gripped the drum with both hands and compressed the pot-sized drum down to the size of her palm. Once she had time to recite a few passages from the Daoist scriptures, the scriptures spoken by a true dragon should easily disperse its evil aura. Later, she could add a wooden handle and a string with pellets, then sell it as a rattle drum to snot-nosed children. She had even thought up the product description.
Upper Realm Rattle Drum: Hold its handle and shake it to clear the sky and reveal a brilliant river of stars.
She looked up at Bald Monk, who had suffered a grievous blow and was trying to flee. In the distance, the Three-Armed Red-Purple Monster had flesh split open across all three fists, exposing bone. Its upward-floating long hair had been shorn into a crew cut by the blade, and it could not fend off the attack at all.
This also explained why the old monsters of the Primordial Main World were unwilling to descend to the lower realm. They had to weaken themselves and endure suppression besides. One careless misstep could capsize the boat. Losing face was a minor matter; losing one's life would be a truly terrible loss.
A single Heavenly General Talisman was enough. It belonged to a snake demon Heavenly General who had spent years fighting on the Gods and Demons Battlefield. Those chosen by the tyrant Bai were all cold-blooded battle maniacs. With a little help from the Small World's power, she could unleash more of her strength—more than enough to complete the task. There was no need to use the monkey talisman against those three.
She raised a hand and held up three fingers.