Not only Da Yajin, but everyone else clutched their ears, enduring tinnitus so severe they nearly fainted, along with soul-shaking vertigo that made the world spin. They stared at the scene before them in astonishment.
Ahead, the terrifying Evil Spirit had directly vaporized. The swamp had been gouged three feet deep, revealing heaps of white bones below.
The heavy stench in the air was also rapidly dissipating.
Every trace of evil had vanished.
Like clouds and smoke dispersing, it was erased bit by bit.
"Brother, that was a little too fierce," Da Yajin said, looking at Qin He in shock and delight.
There were people in the outside world who knew Lion's Roar, mostly body cultivators, but its power was worlds apart. For the vast majority, it was merely used to disrupt and assist. Unless there was an enormous gap in cultivation, Lion's Roar rarely killed in a single blow.
Yet beneath Qin He's Lion's Roar, everything had been dug three feet deep around the stone stele. Only the stele itself, sealed in place by the great formation, remained where it stood. Behind the stele was a deep pit.
There had originally been a small mound there, pinned beneath several large rocks.
Now it was gone. Leveled.
"What a waste of my spirit talisman." After the shock passed, Da Yajin began to ache over the loss again, grinding his teeth in regret.
"You never asked me," Qin He said, spreading his hands.
They had made it sound so damn mystical, yet he still had to make the move himself when they got here. Qin He suddenly felt as if he had joined a bunch of pig teammates.
It was rather different from what he had imagined.
After losing his Origin Power, Lion's Roar was one of the few methods Qin