Chương 740: A Bountiful Harvest!

The voice that Wang Baole took on sounded slightly raspy and was filled with untamed violence. He was trying to mimic the voice of the giant tree. His voice filled the battleship, and the sound of thunder exploded in the heads of every cultivator on board. They appeared deafened, alarm flashing across their faces.

The Core Formation realm cultivators were unable to withstand his voice. Blood flowed from every orifice on their faces, their minds were overwhelmed, and their cultivation was suppressed. The slightly more powerful Nascent Soul realm cultivators didn't escape unscathed. Their minds buzzed as they spat out huge mouthfuls of blood. They swayed and would have fallen if they hadn't grabbed for the wall next to him.

Only the elder, who had the highest level of cultivation amongst them all, managed to withstand Wang Baole's voice. Even so, blood still seeped from his lips. His face turned pale, and terror flickered in his eyes.