"Hiss!"
"Oh my God, what on earth is this thing? Its destructive power is terrifying..."
Inside the Great Fuyang Fortress, the previously triumphant Young Master Fuyang's body shook violently, and the smile on his face froze in an instant, quickly turning into horror as he cried out in shock.
Behind him, more than a dozen core members of the Fuyang Clan, with four at the Twelfth Stage, were similarly agape, their eyes wide, their heads buzzing, nearly doubting their own eyes.
The likes of the Psychic Battle Lamas, they'd never seen before, not even heard of.
Its design was bizarre, looking like a giant trumpet flower, yet the destructive power it unleashed in a single blow was so horrifying that it was difficult to accept for a moment...
"Boom!"
"Boom boom..."
Just three breaths later, Chen Tang waved his hand to retrieve the Other Shore Battle Horn, sending it into the Ten Thousand Meter Space.
