Su Nanzhi no longer used her Mystic Iron Greatsword, and instead drew out her Xiaogong.
With a "clang," the sound spread out, resonating repeatedly in the air. For the Corpse King, whose hearing was keen, this was undoubtedly torturous.
However, the sound of the gong carried an irresistible force, first gently pushing him outward, then fiercely flinging him back into the stone wall.
But he was like an indestructible cockroach, emerging from the stone wall, his sunken body slowly restoring itself.
On his grotesque face, veins burst forth, followed by a grim smile, as his yellowed and blackened lips slightly parted and finally emitted a sound.
In an instant, the stone walls of the room they stayed in began to shake. Su Nanzhi only had time to add a protective barrier over the unconscious Jiang Beiyu, to spare his ears a bit of the torment.
