A terrifying phantom appeared behind Ji Tianming-a demonic ape that towered between heaven and earth.
Red mist seeped from its eyes as it swung its arms wildly, pounding its chest!
Each blow produced a deep, resonant thud.
Now, never mind the Sixth Ranks-even the Fifth-Rank Minor Grandmasters felt dizzy, seeing double wherever they looked!
Yang Ling felt something similar wash over him. He hurriedly steadied his mind and focused, and most of the dizziness subsided.
But he was still far from comfortable. The energy inside him churned, as though he might cough up a mouthful of bloody mist at any moment.
Even my mental power is high enough to be affected... just what level has my sworn brother's mental power reached? Four hundred points? Five hundred? Six hundred?
Or is it because his cultivation is higher, because he's a Fourth-Rank Grandmaster, that his use of mental power has reached a level beyond my understanding?
Yang Ling looked around and found that not one of the Divine Guard Office's Fifth Ranks was having an easy time. Even the top-tier Upper Fifth Rank looked somewhat unsteady on his feet.
If I attacked now, I should be able to wipe out this whole group of Fifth Ranks in one go.
The thought stirred in Yang Ling's mind, but he naturally would not act on it. Both sentiment and reason demanded that he cooperate with his sworn brother and finish this act.
Ji Tianming still held the Full Moon Bow drawn, without releasing the bowstring.
The terrifying thuds were already echoing throughout Wuheng Mountain.
The sound was both oppressive and heavy.
It affected an area dozens of li around.
Some exotic beasts with fairly strong attributes woke with a start. Not knowing what had happened, they simply fled headlong down the mountain.
The insects