"Ancient Immortal Twenty-Eight Styles — Seasinger Staff!"
Yìng Wúyī stood in the void outside Undying Buddha Mountain. His posture was as straight as a pine, and he wore a mask with a furry face and a thunder-god beak. The eye sockets of the mask were hollow and as deep as an abyss, seeming to swallow all light.
A massive illusory staff materialized in his hand. He took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy within him surged like a rushing river, gathering upon the staff. With a low shout, he swung the staff fiercely forward, kicking up a gale so fierce that even the Chaotic Star Sea seemed to tremble.
Chapter 436