At that moment, Wang Baole’s eyes shone with a strong light. Like two bolts of lightning, he stared at his right hand. In his eyes, there were traces of blue blood around his right hand.
Other than that, there were also pieces of flesh in his hand.
However, all of this only lasted for an instant before it disappeared. His right hand was still empty, and there was no change in his surroundings. He could only feel the wind blowing past.
Wang Baole lowered his head and looked at his right hand. He was silent for a long time before he suddenly laughed.
This is interesting. When I superimposed the sixty-six identical sounds, their power reached such a level. In that instant, they even broke through a certain barrier, allowing me to see the world I wanted to hear
Wang Baole didn’t believe that his superimposed sound could reach the level of shattering the void. Based on his level, after some thought, he had an answer in his heart.