The dust from the collapse of the Xiao Family's mansion filled the sky.
The air echoed with the howling sound of the Staff of Death's impact.
With every inch it advanced, the ground quivered like a drumskin, creating an unsteady feeling.
The endless "bang, bang, bang" of explosions was deafening.
The ground, already full of deep pits, fractured even more severely.
Beneath the onslaught of the Staff of Death's shockwaves, the ground seemed ready to split thoroughly from top to bottom.
Fei Qien, his body entwined with strips of blood, had his gaze frozen on Shen Feng, his chest heaving and his breath coming in rapid pants as he exerted the Staff of Death's power to its limit.
Yin Junhao, Xiao Yiqiu, and others stared unblinkingly at Shen Feng, their minds full of doubt and incredulity. The strike contained formidably more power than the fifty-odd zombies from before.