As soon as they touch his body, it felt like a soothing breeze passes by. Fleeting and fragile, dissipating in an instant.
For a moment, he can't help but whispered quietly.
"Is this thing broken?"
Immediately, Xing Yue frowned, while Tian Long indifference expression cracked.
"Broken? The Demon War Drum is never broken!"
They thought inwardly.
Outwardly, they were startled and shock that the three consecutive strike on the Demon War Drum did not affect Shi Jing in the slightest.
Besides them, the other inner elders also shared the same thought.
Other than them, the hundreds of participant was a little frightened by this 'fiend'.
Shi Jing disregard their thought and continue to strike at the drum.
Gong!
Gong!
Gong!
Immediately, Shi Jing could hear various voices and murmurs in his ears. They were faint and illusionary, as though attempting to draw him in.
Seeing this, he frowned slightly.
