Lin Feng sprang out of the warrior's memories and opened his eyes to see the eight-armed "guru" charging at him. At the sight of the charging eight-armed "guru," an inexplicable revulsion rose from deep within him.
It was as though the eight-armed "guru" was something inherently repulsive.
Its approach made him feel ill.
His mind involuntarily conjured the magnificent figure of that Niu, and he opened his mouth.
Every muscle in his body strained!
[mou]
This [mou] was different from [fa], [bo], and the other tones. He had not comprehended this [mou] himself; he had learned it from that piece of leather. And this tone of the Land God's Six Tones was different from the others, incorporating some of the locals' own understanding.
Their understanding of strength and their primal worship of wild Niu had been blended together, giving the original [mou] tone something it should never have possessed.
So he let his voice ring out.
[mou]
With that single cry, bolstered by the surrounding power, Lin Feng felt countless forces rebound and overlap from every direction, like "War Stomp," before converging on a single point and blasting his opponent away!
The eight-armed "guru's" entire body caved in, as though countless hooves had trampled it.
It was as if Niu hooves had crushed every bone in its body.
Yet even so, the "guru" remained alive.
The "guru" was not like an ordinary person, riddled with weaknesses. Unless its entire body was pulverized or it was eliminated with magic, ordinary physical damage would not kill it.
The [mou] tone inflicted tremendous damage on it.
This sort of incantation worked against it. Just a few more cries would be enough to vanquish the monster and kill the "guru."
The problem was that after just one cry, Lin Feng felt his strength giving