Lost in his own rhythm, Dharma King Creation's fingers flew across the guitar. Eyes shut tight, he opened his mouth and sang himself hoarse: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
He opened with a savage string of "kills." Every one was a cry from his soul, shouted until his voice cracked.
Each "kill" that burst from his mouth sent out a visible wave of sound. Together, they hit like a nuclear shock wave, filling the entire Immortal Ark.
Deafening!
Worse, the Dharma King's singing echoed inside the Immortal Ark, as though two or three voices were chanting at once.
"My ears! My ears! This is practically... a treat for headphone users, aaah!" Song Shuhang was the first to go down. He had the lowest cultivation of anyone present, so he fell the fastest and hardest. The Merit Snake Beauty appeared just in time. Enlarging herself, she wrapped tightly around him to shield him as much as possible.
Young Master Phoenix Slayer went down next.
"Aaaah! I'm... done for..." His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed foaming at the mouth. His hearing was the keenest of all the fellow daoists present, so the Soul Song King's attack hit him hardest.
"No. We have to stop Fellow Daoist Creation, or we'll... all be wiped out," Northern River's Loose Cultivator said with a shudder. Outside the Immortal Ark, countless shells were still being fired at them.
Those shells weren't going to show mercy!
If the Dharma King's singing knocked them all unconscious just as the Immortal Ark's defenses failed, they would wake to a barrage of shells—or not wake at all.
They'd be finished.
Why, of all things, had Venerable White included "summon Dharma King Creation" among the Immortal Ark's five emergency measures? It made no sense.
"The disloyal... kill, kill, kill!