Chirp——!
A sharp, piercing sound echoed loudly.
Like a sonic wave, it spread layer by layer, reverberating on the battlefield.
Ji Yaohua, who was closest, desperately covered his ears. This was his instinctive reaction, even though he had already blocked his hearing and, following Mu Qingge's instructions, protected his head with Spiritual Power.
However, when the sound erupted, he still felt as if his head was being pricked by needles, causing excruciating pain.
His face turned pale, and he fell directly to the ground, his expression twisted in agony.
Behind him, Mu Qingge and the other two were not faring much better. The sound's influence was extensive, and just like Ji Yaohua, they felt as if their heads were pierced by countless needles.
Fortunately, the creature only emitted one sound before returning to its own ranks.
As the sound gradually dissipated, the protective barrier Ji Yaohua formed around his head shattered with a 'crack' and he lost consciousness.
