Windfall

Eight Notes of the Heavenly Dragon!

Seeing the six green zombies attempting to escape, Xia Ping's eyes flashed coldly. Standing on the

spot, he channeled the energy in his dantian, opened his mouth, and let out a roar!

Wu! Gu! Ba! Ma! Yi! Yi! Yi! Yi!

In just an instant, a huge sound wave came from the void, like the roar of a heavenly dragon. In

fact, every sound wave condensed into syllables, blasting in all directions. The sound waves surged

and took on a physical form.

The ground was also destroyed by the sound waves. Terrifying cracks appeared, and gravel flew in

all directions. This scene was like being ravaged by a typhoon with a magnitude of more than ten. It

had an astonishing might.

"Ouch, my head hurts."

"What kind of sound killing technique is this? Why is it so terrifying? "

"It feels like my body is being cut by a knife or a sword. I can't block it at all."