"Aah—!"
An ear-splitting shriek suddenly erupted from Liao Yang's mouth!
No human could have made that sound. It was piercing beyond belief, like nails scraping a blackboard amplified a thousandfold, almost enough to make everyone's scalp burst and every pore shatter in an instant!
This was Liao Yang's supernatural means!
He had given a small demonstration on the road when dealing with Liu Shui, who had been afflicted by a supernatural curse.
But compared to then,
the power he unleashed now had increased at least tenfold!
Liao Yang knew Shen Boxia.
He knew how terrifying the man was.
They had not seen each other for years. This prodigy from the south must have reached even greater heights. He could not afford to take any chances!
His mouth was stretched wide open.
His lower jaw was almost dislocated, exposing the pitch-black depths of his throat.
The instant that eerie shriek rang out,
the wounded present immediately covered their ears, their faces contorted in extreme pain. But it was utterly useless. The sound exploded directly inside their minds, impossible to block.
Some collapsed on the spot.
They let out agonized screams.
They had completely lost control of their bodies.
It felt as though someone had stuffed a hornet from a disturbed nest into their brains, filling their heads with incessant buzzing.
Their consciousness rapidly turned to mush.
They could not remember anything.
They could not do anything.
Soon their minds went completely blank, and they could only lie there in a daze.
And that shriek
had also achieved its purpose.
The wandering figures around them seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall. They could only pace nearby, unable to approach Liao Yang.
"Heh."
"You've made some progress since we last met."
Shen Boxia sneered.
"Although I am nowhere near as extraordinarily