"Boom boom boom..."
Under the fierce impact of the airwaves, Lin Yi's skin on his face rippled like a lake's surface. He felt his eardrums might burst as sharp, painful buzzing filled his ears, making it difficult to lift his head, and his spine nearly bent under the pressure...
"Don't resist! Accept the 'Holy Hall's' strike, its torrent will take you to every corner of the Art Building!"
The terrifying airwaves continuously shook and fiercely washed out in all directions, causing the Night Watchman's body to once again experience a frame-drop feeling of "stuckness".
Lin Yi's body also showed a tendency to be annihilated, as countless powder particles floated out from his body like flaking skin.
Inside his body, a golden skeleton as if cast from gold, had a foggy aura floating over its surface, which no matter how the airwaves washed over, stayed condensed...
