Lou Gao swung the Phoenix Vajra Chisel repeatedly, deflecting the shockwaves from Tyranitar's indiscriminate attacks as he shouted anxiously.
Although his divine flames could protect himself, subduing this berserk Sandstorm King, whose speed was astonishing, defense was overwhelming, and who was immune to control effects, without seriously injuring it was practically impossible.
Especially when Lin Xia had to divide his attention to control the sandstorm and prevent it from spreading even farther.
Lin Xia clenched his teeth as his mind raced.
Direct attacks, control techniques, calming methods, None of the conventional approaches were effective against Purifying Salt combined with Tyranitar's berserk state.
If he forcibly recalled Tyranitar into his Martial Soul space, it would undoubtedly cause it some degree of injury, and that was the last thing Lin Xia wanted to see.
After all, he had already tested that method once before.
Just as Lin Xia was struggling to think of a solution, he suddenly remembered one of Tyranitar's characteristics.
It was extremely sensitive to powerful sounds of specific frequencies!
Back in the forest, he had ultimately managed to bring it back to its senses by using Soul Power to imitate a certain penetrating, soothing long cry!
"Teacher! Zhuqing! Help me create a loud, continuous sound with tremendous penetrating power! It has to overpower both its roar and the noise of the sandstorm! The purer and higher-pitched, the better!"
Lin Xia shouted through their spiritual link.
Lou Gao and Zhu Zhuqing instantly understood what he intended.
"Leave it to me!"
Golden flames blazed in Lou Gao's eyes as he raised the Phoenix Vajra Chisel high overhead, pouring an immense amount of Phoenix divine power into the hammer!
KREEEE—!!!
A phoenix's cry pierced through the clouds, as though it could cleanse all filth and madness from the world!
Filled with divinity, holiness, and majesty, the cry forcefully penetrated the furious howling of the sandstorm.
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhu Zhuqing's third Soul Ring lit up!
"Nether Slash!"
However, instead of attacking, she compressed her Soul Power to its absolute limit, concentrating it at her fingertips before slashing through the air!
SHRIIIK—!
An incredibly sharp, high-frequency sound wave erupted forth, like the simultaneous screeches of countless Hellcavit. It intertwined with Lou Gao's phoenix cry, forming an overwhelmingly penetrating wave of sound!
Starlight burst from Lin Xia's eyes as his spiritual power, as precise as the finest instrument, guided the power of the Tear of the Star Core, continuously amplifying and resonating the combined sound wave throughout the sandstorm domain!
At the same time, he recreated the ancient rhythm from deep within the earth that had once soothed Larvitar's soul, perfectly merging the fluctuations of his Soul Power with the sound.
Hummmm—! Woooo—!
A strange, majestic, and lingering "sound" echoed from the heart of the sandstorm.
It was more than a physical sound wave.
It carried Lin Xia's spiritual will and the stellar rhythm of the Tear of the Star Core, blending with Lou Gao's sacred phoenix cry and Zhu Zhuqing's piercing Netherworld shriek to form a barrier of sound that struck directly at the soul, forcefully pouring into the depths of Tyranitar's chaotic consciousness!
"Roo...?"
The rampaging Tyranitar suddenly froze!
Its enormous body stiffened as though its very soul had been struck by an invisible hammer, its frenzied movements coming to an abrupt halt.
Its crimson-gold, chaotic eyes flickered and contracted violently, as if two different consciousnesses were locked in a fierce struggle.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Lin Xia sent his spiritual power flowing like the gentlest stream through the passage created by the barrier of sound, reaching Tyranitar's core consciousness.
"Tyranitar! It's me! Calm down! Look at me! Look at me!"
That familiar spiritual fluctuation was like a lighthouse shining through the darkness.
"Roo... urr..."
Tyranitar let out a pained, confused growl as its massive body began to sway uncontrollably.
The berserk crimson-gold radiance shining through the gaps in its dark golden armor rapidly receded like an ebbing tide, returning to its restrained, dark luster.
The crimson-gold chaos within its eyes struggled fiercely.
At last, the dark red eyes that truly belonged to Tyranitar, now filled with confusion and a hint of grievance, gradually regained control.
Whoooosh... Woooo...
Deprived of the core energy sustaining it, the out-of-control sandstorm rapidly lost its strength, like a punctured balloon.
The crimson-gold sand filling the sky slowly settled, revealing the devastated landscape beneath. The road had vanished, every tree had been destroyed, and within a radius of several hundred meters, all that remained was a desolate, newly formed desert, still smoldering with wisps of smoke.
Boom!
The nearly twenty-meter-tall Tyranitar finally ran out of strength. Or rather, the berserk energy dissipated as the effects of the alcohol were temporarily suppressed.
Its enormous body crashed onto the sand like a collapsing mountain, sending up a towering cloud of dust before falling into a deep, unconscious slumber, its heavy breathing tinged with pain.
Lin Xia, Lou Gao, and Zhu Zhuqing stood amidst the ruined wasteland, staring at the sleeping giant before them, then at the landscape that had been completely transformed.
For a long moment, none of them spoke.
Only the mournful wind sweeping across the drifting sand and Tyranitar's deep, bellows-like breathing echoed through the silence.
Lou Gao looked at the completely empty wineskin in his hand, then at the devastated surroundings and the unconscious Tyranitar. His face was filled with embarrassment and heartache.
He slapped his shiny forehead heavily and muttered in deep regret,
"Sigh.. Drinking really does cause trouble. Look at the mess I've made..."
His gaze fell upon Tyranitar's massive body, now covered in injuries, most of them caused by the backlash of its own berserk energy. A trace of genuine sorrow welled up in his molten-gold eyes.
"Little fellow you've suffered.This is all my fault..."
Zhu Zhuqing quietly landed beside Lin Xia. Looking at the sleeping giant and the guilt-ridden Lou Gao, her normally cool eyes were filled with lingering fear and helplessness.
Lin Xia let out a long breath. The enormous drain on his spiritual power had left his face somewhat pale, yet his gaze remained calm.
Walking over to Tyranitar's enormous head, he gently placed a hand on its scorching forehead, covered in thick armor plating, quietly sensing the chaotic power within it gradually settling.
"It's alright now, Tyranitar."
His voice was soft, carrying both exhaustion and unquestionable reassurance.
"Get some proper rest. Next time..."
He paused before glancing back at Lou Gao, a helpless smile appearing on his face.
"If Teacher offers you alcohol again, remember to stay far away."
Hearing Lin Xia's teasing yet utterly resigned remark, Lou Gao's usually imposing face, made even more majestic by the Phoenix Divine Flame, revealed an expression of unmistakable embarrassment for the first time, like an old man who had been caught making a mistake by his own junior.
Rubbing his broad hands together, he looked at Tyranitar curled up on the sand like a sleeping hill. His molten-gold eyes were filled with overwhelming guilt, heartache, and curiosity that he could barely suppress.
"Ahem..."
Lou Gao cleared his throat, trying to hide his awkwardness. His voice carried a hint of caution, yet his eagerness to understand could not be concealed.
"Lin Xia what exactly happened?"
He pointed at the sleeping giant.
"Tyranitar's enormous body, its physique, that armor It looks even tougher than my Phoenix Vajra Chisel! So how could just a little alcohol make it react like that? It was like setting off a powder keg! That doesn't make any sense!"
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