Night River King shouldn't have stayed that close to Han Sen. The Blood Scorpion Jade Drum's attack wouldn't have been so potent if the distance between them had been greater. At such close range, Night River King had tried to attack Han Sen without reserving any of his strength for defense. His King class body was unable to withstand the noise unleashed by the Blood Scorpion Jade Drum.
The sound of the drum was like the sting of a scorpion tail, jabbing directly into his brain. Thinking suddenly became very difficult, and he felt as if his head was going to explode. Gathering the willpower necessary for the smallest action became almost impossible.
Bao'er's hand kept pounding the Jade Drum in a simple rhythm.
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Every beat of the rhythm felt like a thick needle being driven deeper into Night River King's skull. He clutched his head and screamed aloud. He couldn't control his body, and so he started to fall.
