At this moment, the man moved his footsteps lightly, followed them out, and said in a clear, cold voice, "Ghost Trumpet, make them cry to death."
In an instant, the crowd of ghosts that Murong brothers sliced through like melons and vegetables suddenly became orderly, grouping into sets of five and drifted outward.
The five ghosts' mouths were almost touching each other, looking like a trumpet flower.
"Blow the trumpet for me!"
A sharp voice sounded, and the five mouths, which were pressed together, opened simultaneously to shout.
The sharp cry instantly attacked Murong brothers like a cannonball!
The Murong brothers had no respite, forced to roll on the spot.
The sound wave brushed past his body, bringing a dizzying ringing in the ears and dragging a deep mark on the ground.
This formless sound wave was actually more powerful than tangible artillery.
"Blow the trumpet for me!"
