The ridge beneath her foot was the same as the one she had first walked on, though Catherine could feel a slight tremor coming from the ridge all the time. She had been walking for half an hour, and the expected site of the collapse had not yet appeared.

"What happened to the roadblockers and the barbarians?" Catherine asked herself in her mind as she walked. Before she knew it, she was becoming a little nervous, babbling her lips.

The long ridge seemed endless, and Catherine's nagging never stopped. Gradually, she heard a rumbling sound in her ears, like the movement of a rock, but it was faintly inaudible.

Catherine thought to herself: the destination is probably not far away, what have the roadblocks and barbarians encountered?

She grew more and more curious. I don't know how far I walked, and the slight vibration under my feet turned into a disturbing shaking, and the rumbling sound was clearly audible.

"Rumble...... Rumble ...... Knock knock knock...... "Knock knock knock ......" got closer and closer, and the more clearly I heard, the rumbling sound was clearly the sound of a drum.

Someone is beating a drum.

Who's beating the drums?

Catherine couldn't contain her curiosity, and her steps quickened, from walking to jogging, from jogging to running, and finally she simply jumped forward.

The drums beat louder, and each beat was accompanied by a huge vibration. It was difficult to stand on the ridge, and Catherine almost missed the landing point and fell into the void. She didn't dare to jump again, so she could only walk slowly and cautiously.

But under the interference of the huge shock, it was extremely difficult to walk, and the whole person was always out of balance and staggering. When you lift your foot, you don't know where you're going to go. Catherine's path twisted and turned, as if crawling along an irregular curve.

Who was beating the drums? Catherine's mind began to wonder if it was the roadblocks and the barbarians who were making the noise?

No way.

Catherine immediately dismissed her idea, the drum was too loud and too powerful, and it was definitely not of a magnitude that those two guys could control. Although the roadblocks and barbarians are considered first-class powerhouses, that level of toughness is only the level of ordinary powerhouses in Catherine's eyes.

Not to mention the Silver Dragon King who incarnated as a land, even the sea giants, or several demon lords in the underground world, and even the monsters Ge Si Ao and the black dragon Hermes were far more powerful than those two.

Compare it like this. The roadblockers and barbarians, on the contrary, appeared weak.

Weak?Catherine smiled self-deprecatingly. How can she be qualified to judge the strength and weakness of others. In this place, the weakest is a magician like himself who can't cast magic.

The drumming had been going on for a long time, and Catherine had expected it to be interrupted for a while, but it was completely none. The powerful drumming has no intention of stopping. Opposite. A few minutes ago. The sound of the drums began to mingle with the roars.

Indeed it was a roar. "Babbling" - the kind of roar that only a dying animal can make. However, it is obviously a roar, but it contains a rhythm, which complements the sound of the drums.

Is it singing? Since the roar. Catherine had to walk with her ears covered. The noise was so high-pitched and terrifying that it chilled and far more tormenting than the sound of drums.

In fact, the effect of covering the ears is very limited, and the sound of drums can be isolated, but the sound of roaring is pervasive. The result of covering your ears was to make those roars sound clearer and harsher.

Catherine felt like she was going crazy. "Enough, stop screaming. She shouted. Unfortunately, Catherine's voice was completely drowned out in a loud noise, as if she was performing a pantomime, just shouting with her mouth wide open.

In a few moments, her throat ached, like a burning pain. It must have been a bad shout, Catherine was a little annoyed. She sat weakly on the ground, and her hands no longer covered her ears.

"Alas—" Catherine let out a long sigh as a flame erupted from her mouth. The tongue of fire went straight to her robe, and she was startled, and flapped her hands wildly. However, Catherine's clothes have a strange texture, and the raw materials are strange trees from the Underground Divine Kingdom, and the flames cannot be ignited at all. So after slapping the tongues of fire scattered on the robe, everything returned to its original state.

"I'm breathing fire. Catherine, who sat on the ground panting, whispered to herself. She thrashed twice in her throat, opening her mouth and spitting out a ray of flame.

It was really spitting fire, and as the flames left his throat, the burning pain went with it. Catherine tried to breathe fire again, but unfortunately nothing spat out. She touched her throat and swallowed again, as if she had understood.

It's just that the space was filled with drums and screams, and Catherine couldn't think about it. "Enough, be quiet. She cried out again in annoyance. But no matter how desperately she screamed, she couldn't even hear the sound she shouted.

The hoarseness of her voice was useless, and after a few minutes, Catherine's throat burned like a fire. The second time, she felt a flame burning in her throat.

Catherine puffed out her cheeks and spat forward violently. An arm-thick stream of fire rushed out of her gaping mouth, and the flames flew three or four meters away before scattering to the ground. Colorful little flames splashed everywhere, but they didn't burn long before they went out on their own.

"I see. Catherine shouted, and unconcealed joy appeared at the corners of her mouth. Although it can only spit out a small fire, it is already much stronger than no lethality.

Her mood brightened, her whole body was full of strength, and even the disturbing drums and roars seemed to be much more beautiful.

Catherine walked down the road, and she could make out the melody of the roar. It's really singing, a simple but melodic song. But the singer really has no musical talent, and spoils a good piece of music into noise.

"Lalala...... Lalala......" After listening to this song countless times, Catherine also learned the melody. She hummed to the beat given by the drums, as she went.

Compared to the untuned roar, Catherine's voice is simply heavenly. After a short time of singing, her roar gradually faded and finally stopped.

Catherine immediately noticed that something was wrong, and the humming stopped abruptly, except for the "dong dong" drum beating. The drums beat with a frustrated and futile tempo, as if urging Catherine to continue humming.

The rapid beat of the drums was like a storm, and the ridges swayed violently in the drums. Catherine hurriedly fell to the ground, and the ridge below her seemed to come to life in an instant, writhing and squirming with her huge body.

"What is this thing. Catherine felt a burst of heat coming from the ground, and the hard stone was turning into flesh. (To be continued......)