Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds!
Seeing the six Cyan Zombies trying to escape, Xia Ping's eyes flashed with a cold glint. He stood still, making no other movement. He simply gathered his energy in his dantian, opened his mouth, and let out a roar!
Woo! Gu! Ba! Ma! Hou! Ya! Tu! Bo!
In an instant, tremendous sound waves burst through the air like a Heavenly Dragon Roar. Each wave even condensed into a syllable and blasted in every direction, surging like a torrent and taking on solid form.
The ground was destroyed by the sound waves, too, split by one terrible crack after another as rubble flew in every direction. The scene looked as if it had been ravaged by a level-ten-plus typhoon, its power astonishing.
"My head hurts! It hurts so much!"
"What kind of sound-based killing technique is this? How can it be so terrifying?"
"It feels like I'm being sliced by knives and slashed by swords. I can't withstand it!"
"No! No! I still want to become a Zombie King, a ruler of all zombies! I still want to command tens of thousands of soldiers! I can't die now!"
The Cyan Zombies had barely managed a few steps before the force engulfed them. The sound waves shook their bodies hundreds and thousands of times, and each strike also carried Xia Ping's mental will.
For these yin-aligned undead creatures, attacks imbued with mental power were fatal—among the most lethal attacks of all. They had no way to withstand them.
Even back when Xia Ping had been at the fifth heaven of the Martial Artist Realm, the sound waves' killing power had been terrifying enough to shatter rocks. Now that he had advanced to the sixth heaven, they were even more dreadful.
One roar was enough to shake a rock