"Boom—!"
All soul masters below level seventy had their minds blanked by the huge shockwave and explosion that spread out.
Their eardrums seemed to have burst, and the faint smell of blood was the last scent they caught before falling.
This mountain-collapsing roar covered the entire Spirit City. The dozens of meters high walls constructed from hard granite trembled violently, and the ground shook as if the earth dragon had turned over.
Four other figures swiftly darted out from the Pope's Palace. They were all surrounded by nine spirit rings, but even their magnificent red and gold robes could not conceal their disheveled state.
It was not without reason that the Clear Sky Hammer was known as the strongest tool spirit on the continent.
Even at the Titled Douluo level, the difference between those above level ninety-five and those below was like a chasm, uncrossable.
Relying on the strongest tool spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, his terrifying ninety-sixth-level strength, and Tang Sui's meager but practical boost, Tang Hao alone used his Tool Spirit True Body to suppress seven Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall!
Even though he only managed to injure them and suffered considerable backlash himself, it was still Tang Hao's victory!
Years of pent-up frustration were released in this single hammer blow.
"Spirit Hall! You wait! I will settle all the scores from these years sooner or later! And that day is not far off!"
Tang Hao laughed heartily, his laughter filled with wildness and exhilaration.
Because under his full-power strike, the symbol of Spirit Hall's honor, the six-winged angel statue in front of the Pope's Palace, had been smashed and collapsed by half by his hammer!
The seven Titled Douluo who were repelled had grim expressions. Their fierce eyes glared at Tang Hao, who coughed up a large mouthful of blood in mid-air but was still a hundred times more arrogant than them. While suppressing the surging blood in their bodies that had been shaken, they were planning to join forces and attack Tang Hao again.
Since his Tool Spirit True Body had already been used, Tang Hao was now at the end of his strength!
Seeing Tang Hao, who was using the falling giant rocks to charge towards Tang Sui, who seemed to have exhausted her spirit power and fallen to the ground, they hardened their expressions, gritted their teeth to endure the surge of blood, and rushed out again.
Some reached out to grab the dazed Tang San, some headed towards Xiao Wu who had also fallen to the ground, while the other four Titled Douluo, led by Bibi Dong, directly rushed towards Tang Sui, who was standing there with her head lowered as if in a trance, intending to go head-to-head with Tang Hao again.
They refused to believe that they, joining forces, could not take down the weakened Tang Hao after his Tool Spirit True Body, his children, and—that living hundred-thousand-year spirit beast!
Amidst the mixed negative emotions of greed and killing intent, Tang Sui slowly raised her head.
"Hum—"
The three masks surrounding Tang Sui emitted a strange fluctuation. In their hollow, lifeless eye sockets, faint black-red light slowly lit up, like specters and monsters emerging in the night. Little did people know, they had stepped into a ghost's den.
"Boom—!"
Strange black light exploded outward from Tang Sui, covering the entire Spirit City.
Time seemed to be infinitely stretched and slowed down. They could think clearly but could not move freely. Su Dan Novels
Like a water ball bursting on the ground, dense black mist surged out like a tide, akin to waves surging under the moon's gravitational pull. A chilling aura and terrifying pressure enveloped everyone.
The black mist, as if tangible, wrapped around people's ankles. Black vortexes appeared at their feet, and an inexplicable suction came from the center of the vortexes. They discovered, with shock and fear, that their spirit power was flowing uncontrollably towards those small black vortexes!
Even though they realized it, they could only imagine, and could do nothing.
This sense of powerlessness filled everyone with indignation, while dread and fear also arose from the bottom of their hearts.
Could this truly be the power of a mere Spirit King?!
This question surfaced in everyone's minds simultaneously.
Tang Hao, also immobilized, could only watch as his younger daughter's hem brushed past his outstretched finger. An invisible force seemed to lift Tang Sui's body, brushing past his fingertips, just out of reach, and lifting her towards the sky.
Someone noticed a black line shooting out from a black vortex that appeared at the feet of the person in front.
The spirit power energy absorbed from the unlucky ones was drawn into thin threads, converging towards Tang Sui.
The black-red energy ball, under the horrified gaze of the crowd, grew from the size of a pea to larger than a human head.
"Bang—!"
The converged black-red energy ball exploded, splitting into seven streams, as if it had corroded a hole in the air.
Centered on Tang Sui, seven deep spatial vortexes spread out. Terrifying auras of abyssal stillness emanated from within. Something seemed to be surging out from the churning darkness, sending chills down one's spine.
At this moment, no one doubted that if whatever was in the vortexes were allowed to rush out, it would lead to something they would regret even more.
Just like everyone whose movements were infinitely stretched while their minds could think clearly, Tang Sui could no longer control her body.
But she could also clearly feel her consciousness being drawn away from her body, falling into an unknown abyss.
It was as if an incompatible container, the soul within was separating from its host body.
From Tang Sui's perspective, her peripheral vision could just encompass Tang Hao.
It was only a slight turn of her head, but it took all of Tang Sui's strength and sanity.
She met Tang Hao's panicked face, her eyes, which were gradually being corrupted, still glistening with moisture.
Before her consciousness completely plunged into darkness, Tang Sui's lips parted slightly, and she struggled to form two words—
Run.
"Boom—!"
Ink-like blackness stained her pupils. Black-gold vertical pupils, unlike those of any human, opened in the churning spatial vortexes, fixing their gaze on any prey within their sight with the cold ferocity of apex predators.
"Hehehe—"
Sharp and strange laughter echoed in their ears, and countless dark, shadowy tendrils, like ejected black mud, rushed out en masse towards everyone except her!
As if the curtain of a grand performance was being drawn—
Just before the limits of their terrified actions were broken, they regained control of their bodies!