The Soul-Reaping Fierce Bell's sound waves rippled outward.
The ringing of "jingle, jingle, jingle" echoed without end, spreading an oppressive aura.
Within the black ghostfire, those faceless fiends had nothing but a pair of enormous ears, capable of catching even the faintest sounds made by wandering souls.
They were extremely sensitive to sound.
But now, under the stimulation of the fierce bell's ringing, that sensitivity had become their weakness.
After the Soul-Reaping Fierce Bell was shaken, those faceless fiends began to tremble violently all over, expressions of pain appearing on their faces.
They let out miserable "Aoo, aoo, aoo" cries and rolled about on the ground.
Forget attacking us—they could barely protect themselves.
Other than me, the caster, the sound waves attacked everyone indiscriminately.
Even though Zhang Yuchen, Mao Jing, and Pan Ling had prepared themselves in advance, they still frowned in discomfort.
Cold sweat trickled down their foreheads, and they looked extremely uncomfortable...
I knew I couldn't keep shaking it for too long.
First, it drained me enormously. Second, it would seriously affect them as well.
I shook it for around ten seconds before stopping.
The faceless ghosts were still some distance away from us, and we had no time to kill them right now.
We simply followed behind Mao Jing and continued charging forward.
There were a little over a hundred meters left. Without interference, Mao Jing was still very fast at clearing the way.
It was estimated to take three to five minutes; if nothing hindered us, we should be able to get through in two and a half minutes.
But after I stopped shaking the Soul-Reaping Fierce Bell, the faceless ghosts let out a few "woo, woo" cries before growing restless again.
They screeched "Aoo, aoo, woo, woo" at us.
Some of the stronger ones even