The sound wave flattened the clouds, snuffed out the forest fire, and even temporarily drove away the nasty sulfur stench in the air.
Fingers pressed the jetpack thrust button, Don Juan dove toward the cliff, inhaled and roared, "Bark—"
The Cold God and Bachin, who were trying to crawl out of the rock fissure, were shoved back again, their spines smashing into the rock layers, plowing out two human-shaped tracks.
In the cockpit of the propeller plane, Mei Wenyi looked down at Don Juan, and what flashed through her mind was, "How the hell is this guy so ballsy."
Down on the surface, what Gouchen thought was, "As if hearing celestial music, my deaf ears clear for a moment."
What Su Jie thought was, "The most satisfying big dog bark in the observable universe."
No time to hesitate. Gouchen kicked a Horror Maggot Beast flying, then reached back into the Backpack and took out a compass-shaped stone about three meters in diameter.
