The stench of decay spread with the night wind, enveloping the damaged building in an instant, and the howls echoing in the wind seemed to come from an ancient demon, deafening to the ears.
It was undoubtedly the oppressive force of a Desolate God Level, and Lu Bu'er touched his own ears, the fresh blood seeping from his eardrums had already stained his fingertips, and a buzzing filled his ears.
His body was remade amidst decay, the Immortal Power had been broken.
Merely a roar had shattered his eardrums.
The life at the Desolate God Level was close to that of a deity, and even without exercising any authority, they could unleash formidable combat power purely through their robust physical functions, especially since their physiological structures were vastly different from any life forms known to humanity and couldn't be dealt with by conventional means.
