"Roar!"
At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly erupted on the battlefield, akin to the roar of the king of beasts, shaking the mountains and fields, and soaring straight into the sky.
On the passenger ship, the disciples of the Ba Mountain Sword Sect, who were originally unable to stand steady, felt as if a thunderclap exploded beside their ears, humming and echoing, their minds blank, their eyes vacant, and they sat down heavily.
"Lion's Roar?"
In that instant, Jian Qiuchi recognized the origin of the roar.
Previously, it was heard that this person was proficient in numerous Buddhist martial arts, possibly related to the Buddhist Esoteric Sect, which now seemed true.
Lion's Roar, as a sonic attack, was originally formless and intangible.
But at this moment, the terror of the roar caused waves to ripple across the river surface, spreading in all directions.
