Making the ghostly cries summon the decaying moon was already the limit of the severed hand.
If Xu Qing wasn't proficient in the divine authority of sound, he would undoubtedly have found it difficult to deal with the eerie nature of this severed hand, requiring much more brute force. But now… in his presence, this severed hand was like a toothless snake.
It had no choice but to fight Xu Qing using methods it was not proficient in.
The outcome was as expected.
In the span of fifteen minutes, after seizing control of the sound, Xu Qing relied on his formidable physical body to ignore everything the severed hand sent out.
He kept on attacking while moving forward.
The severed hand continued to retreat. Its malicious ghosts were torn to pieces, its tears completely broken, and all its spells were useless.
As it continued to retreat, it grew increasingly dim, with cracks beginning to appear in its eye.
Its aura also grew weaker.