Above the gray fog

His voice spread in the void, and even at a distance of tens of billions of scales, it could be heard clearly.

As the sound spread, the surrounding environment began to change dramatically.

The originally stable space suddenly twisted, as if pulled by an invisible force, and all visible and invisible matter and energy began to vibrate regularly.

The entire void seemed to be shrouded by this sound, everything became blurred, and the gods were sucked into a world composed entirely of sound waves.

The sound spread like ripples, and wherever it went, the boundless void, and even the hundreds of scales below were affected.

Everything began to lose its original form and turned into a series of constantly vibrating frequencies.

Those once lively lives seemed to have turned into notes at this moment, rising and falling and rolling in this endless ocean of sound waves.

The figures of the nine strong men gradually blurred, and their bodies, consciousness, and even souls were decomposed and reorganized in this endless frequency.

The Son of Omen was no exception, and he became a huge tangled existence.

In this realm, everything follows a certain law, only the existence of the Son of the Trillion appears chaotic and disordered.

His frequency is twisted like garbled code, with a unique breath, constantly spreading around.

Lin Shan frowned in the distance. He checked his body and found that he had also become a group of continuous but not completely continuous horizontal lines.

These horizontal lines kept jumping, like a string of active notes.

In this strange state, Lin Shan could feel that all his abilities seemed to be there, but they were all changed in form and could only be spread in the form of various waves, and their power was greatly reduced.

Lin Shan looked forward. In his field of vision, the eight groups of frequencies representing the gray fog strongmen were entangled with the huge garbled code, and seemed to be fighting fiercely.

But all Lin Shan could see was the meaningless entanglement of various lines.

The frequency fluctuations of the eight people each had different rhythms and rhythms, flashing with unique light. Although they fell into the enemy's territory, their rich combat experience made them not prone to defeat in a short time.

In this environment, the Son of the Miracle has a natural advantage. His own source law is closely related to sound. In this field where only sound waves can be manifested, he can exert all his strength, while others cannot even fully exert the power of the source law.

The frequency fluctuations of the eight strong men are like waves rolled up by the wind, continuously and violently impacting the huge garbled code.

Every collision arouses countless notes, which burst and dissipate in the ocean of waves, turning into pieces of gorgeous light.

The frequency fluctuations of the gray fog strongmen sometimes gather and sometimes disperse, as if they are conducting exquisite tactical coordination.

I don’t know how long it has been, it seems like a day, and it seems like a year. Time has lost its meaning in this strange field.

Suddenly, a branch drilled in from the edge of the field.

This is the only physical object in the field, which seems particularly abrupt.

The branches and leaves grew wildly, spread rapidly, and soon spread all over the field.

Each leaf flashed with vibrant green, as if it had taken root in this invisible sound wave world.

Then, Lin Shan heard a crisp "click" sound.

The sound was like a sharp blade, tearing the field apart in an instant.

The field was blown up, and all the frequency fluctuations collapsed and dissipated in an instant.

Everyone felt that something was retreating in front of them, and when they came to their senses, they still returned to the outside world.

The eight strong men did not change on the surface, but the extreme weakness could not be concealed.

This was obviously a sign that would only appear when the existence was injured. Their breaths all became extremely weak. If the field was broken later, they would probably not be able to get out.

Lin Shan calmed down and looked back.

Behind him, a huge world tree appeared at some point.

The size of this world tree is not inferior to the one rooted in the gray fog universe, with lush branches and leaves, full of endless vitality.

Lin Shan's eyes looked up along the trunk, looking at the existence at the top of the world tree.

It was a creature with a deer body and a human head, looking holy and majestic, and a little weird.

It was Elutia.

"The weakness of the Sound Zhao domain is whether there can be any external sound in the domain. It can be broken by knocking outside to create noise. My calculation is just right."

"Boss, am I not late?"

Elutia looked at the World Tree at the end of her sight and smiled sweetly, "This tree took me a lot of thought. Remember to give me another seed after the work is done."

After she finished speaking, the World Tree under her suddenly turned into a huge beam of light and instantly merged into the body of the ancient World Tree rooted in the gray fog universe.

The World Tree rooted in the gray fog began to grow wildly, its branches and leaves expanded rapidly, and its trunk became thicker. The final size was not inferior to the Six Sons of Zhao.

The World Tree made a low and distant sound, as if it was echoing in this world.

"Natural... power."

As the voice fell, several emerald green leaves gently fell and merged into the bodies of the eight masters.

The leaves brought endless vitality and power, and instantly eliminated the injuries of existence in their bodies.

The breath of the eight masters quickly recovered, and they were even stronger than before.

Following.

Green threads extended from the crown of the World Tree and connected to the eight powerful men below.

These threads flickered with light, as if transmitting some mysterious power, forming a wonderful resonance between them and the World Tree.

The voice of the World Tree sounded again, and it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female, only endless majesty.

"Nine Immortals are not good, Nine, where is the Unbalanced One?"

"Boss..."

Elutia looked at the scene in front of her, her voice trembling slightly.

The World Tree seemed to sense her emotions, and the crown swayed gently, emitting a soft light, as if to soothe her uneasiness.

Elutia took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She retreated to Lin Shan's side with a forced smile, "How is it? The protagonists are all the last to appear. If I came earlier, I would be wrapped in the field and would most likely be wiped out."

"Will He not use it again?"

"No."

"Can we win?"

"Six Sons of the Omen, how can we win?"

"Don't talk, just watch."

Yuan swung a huge axe, and the axe blade chopped at the Son of the Omen with the power of the world.

Su and Heiye launched attacks from both sides, one side was endless darkness, and the other side was deadly spiritual source.

Zhao Xiaoan, Renhuang and Shennong were not to be outdone, and they took out their strongest means at the same time.

Looking at the incoming offensive, the son of Zhao had a cold smile on his shriveled face, as if he was laughing at the powerlessness of these people.

"Your strength is far from enough."

"Come, feel the real despair..."