The old woman seemed anxious as she rambled on and on.

"Spitting...spitting blood..." Wang Yao stammered, opening his mouth to say a few words, only to feel fresh blood gushing out of his mouth incessantly.

"It's alright. That's just blood stasis in your body, accumulated from years of falls and injuries. It could have been cleared up slowly with spiritual energy, but the demonic sound is the first thing it's mobilizing. Hurry up, or it will damage your blood and bones if it goes on any longer."

"It's not a big deal yet. The magic sound won't work that quickly. Just keep shouting," the old woman comforted her.

Wang Yao also felt that although he had vomited several mouthfuls of blood, he did not feel any discomfort in his body, only that he was unable to move easily. At that moment, he could only boldly open his mouth and make a few random "ah" and "ya" sounds. With these sounds, he felt that the effect of the demonic sound had indeed lessened a lot.

Now that he'd figured it out, Wang Yao dared not hold back anymore.

"Eh...ya! Hee...hee swish, hee swish, hee...ha! Give me back what you took, spit out what you ate..." He sang loudly.

"Oh my god, your lousy voice... this... this thing is even worse than demonic sound! Heaven... heavens... I... I can't take it anymore! You... stop! Stop it!" The old woman was stunned for a moment, and then she also started to scream and wail.

In his crisis, Wang Yao didn't care whether the Queen Mother of the West could bear it or not. He just sang loudly and unrestrainedly. Sure enough, as soon as he started singing, the influence of the demonic sound lessened a lot, and he was able to move his legs again. Although there were still some scattered notes of the demonic sound that would try to sneak into his ears.