Crack! Crack!
Rips began to appear on Kongkong's monk's robe, as if torn by something sharp.
Immediately after, wounds began to surface on Kongkong's body, with blood dripping from them.
Seeing this formation that could ignore his Arhat Body, Kongkong's eyes narrowed slightly.
However, he didn't seem to care about the wounds on his body.
"Come out! This sound-based attack of yours can indeed hurt me, but if you think that's enough to kill me, you're indulging in wild fantasies!"
Kongkong waved his massive hand, stood his ground, and stared straight ahead, speaking in a low voice.
"Kekeke, can't kill you? Then let's see!"
A disdainful snort came from within the blood-red mist!
As the words fell, the eerie screams amid the bloody haze resounded once again.
Woooo... Awooo...
The agonizing cries rose and fell continuously, and the wounds on Kongkong's body steadily increased.
There were now even two fine cuts on Kongkong's neck, with blood oozing out slowly.
