Fa Wu pressed his palms together and whispered lowly, "Senior brother..."
As Fa Zhi's Inner Strength surged into his arms like a tide, his drum mallet heavily struck the drumskin. Seeing the increasingly forceful evil spirit, he infused more and more Inner Strength.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The frequency of Fa Zhi beating the evening drum gradually increased.
As the drum mallet fell like raindrops, a deafening sound arose, followed by faint golden ripples trembling outward, seemingly pressing down the forcefully surging evil spirits.
Under the impact of the faint golden ripples, the evil spirits appeared somewhat deflated, seemingly beginning to retreat downward.
An Jing and Tian Cansou also stopped fighting, standing at a distance watching this scene.
