After the muffled sound reached a certain rhythm, it remained steady without speeding up, but this rhythm was precisely at everyone's critical threshold, just bordering on discomfort but not enough to pose a life-threatening risk due to rapid heartbeats. Sorres had already spat out several mouthfuls of blood because of this sound, his face entirely devoid of color, his body limp on the ground. However, he did not die, with his breath weakly suspended, eyes filled with despair.
Jue still stood, but his body was slightly bent now, his chest covered extensively in red. The blue light that had flashed on him was no longer there, and the wind force within him had completely dispersed. Now, even a child could easily kill him.
Mr. Rui still stood straight, but his face was utterly pale, his clothes relatively clean, yet his slightly trembling hands betrayed him; even Mr. Rui couldn't resist under the influence of this sound.
