The Purple Robe Daoist's clothes burst open, revealing the monstrous body stitched together by the Way of Dead Body Stitching. His long tail was thrashing about, and he let out another deafening roar.
Hum, hum, hum————
Sound waves disrupted the atmosphere. Within a hundred feet radius, grass and soil flew upwards, suspended and shaking ferociously in mid-air until they turned into dust.
Lu Bei, being within the range of these sound waves, felt a buzzing in his ears, as his entire skeletal structure violently vibrated. His muscles twisted, leaving him without an ounce of strength to muster.
Such a strange sonic attack coming from a beautiful face was indeed quite the stark contrast.
Accumulating more flesh of stitched monsters isn't necessarily a good thing. Sometimes, discarding some can be beneficial.
