The air cracked as auras surged as soul rings shone releasing powerfull soul skills. The ground split and trembled beneath every powerful soul skill.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Light Gold armour" said Sacred Dragon Douluo
"Fifth Soul Skill : Heavy shaker "said Second Elder
Sacred Dragon Douluo's golden scales shone brilliantly, his dragon claws rending the air itself. The Second Elder met him head-on, his Clear Sky Hammer enlarged into a big-sized weapon, every swing shaking the earth.
"Second Soul Skill : Shadow sickles "smiled Bibi Dong
But the true threat was not Sacred Dragon Douluo. In the shadows behind him, Bibi Dong's spider legs stabbed forward like blades of death. Her martial soul avatar towered, monstrous and hideous, exuding a corrosive miasma that ate away at the Elder's defenses.The Second Elder fought valiantly, hammer shadows exploding like meteors, but he could not split his attention fully.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Thunderstrike " said First Elder
"Fifth Soul Skill : Speed shadow" - Second Elder
"Sixth Soul Skill : Indomitable Roar "roared Demon Bear Douluo
The First Elder's hammer strikes rang out like thunderclaps, his soul power trying to overpower his opponent. But Ghost Leopard Douluo moved like a blur of shadows, claws flashing with killing intent, forcing the Elder to divide his defense. Demon Bear Douluo's roar shook the battlefield, each strike of his massive paw like a mountain falling from the sky. The Elder staggered under the combined ferocity, blood already spilling from his lips.
"Sixth Soul Skill: Judgement Hammer " - Grand Elder
"Fifth Soul Skill : Heavenly strength "said Tang Zhan
"Eight Soul Skill : Fifteen Ton Toss "- Fifteen Ton Douluo
"Sixth Soul Skill : Dragon Stick "- Falling Devil Douluo
The Grand Elder, his hammer shining in light due to the soul skill, fought like a general, every strike ringing like judgment. Tang Zhan, though weakened by his heart ailment, stood beside him, his hammer radiating unyielding might.But their enemies were monsters. Fifteen Ton Douluo's staff strikes fell like avalanches, each swing of his staff carrying the weight of mountains. Falling Devil Douluo's aura was bizarre, every attack from his coiling dragon staff caused dragon shadows that disoriented his opponents.
The clash split the ground apart, shockwaves leveling the surrounding terrain.
And above them all, Golden Crocodile Douluo simply watched, arms crossed, his scarlet soul ring pulsing faintly seemingly ready to unleash his soul skill if the need arise. His eyes gleamed with disdain, as if the entire battle was nothing more than a child's game before his gaze.
Steel clashed against steel, spirit abilities tearing through the skies. The Angel Corps, forged in bloody battles against Evil Soul Masters, marched forward with ruthless precision. Their formation was flawless, their strikes merciless.
Opposite them, the disciples of the Clear Sky Clan roared with fury, swinging their hammers in unison. A Soul Douluo elder led them, and together they formed the Hammer Array. A massive phantom hammer materialized in the sky, descending like judgment upon the Angel Corps.
The impact shook the earth, sending Spirit Hall soldiers flying. But the Angel Corps retaliated, their martial souls and soul rings shone releasing various soul skills, piercing through the phantom hammer as wave after wave surged. The Clear Sky disciples, bloodied but unbroken, fought desperately to hold the line.
Suddenly—A scream tore through the battlefield.
The Second Elder staggered back, his chest pierced clean through. A sharp spider leg, black as ink, jutted out of his body, dripping with venom. His Clear Sky Hammer slipped from his trembling hands, cracking the ground as it fell.
"Second Elder!" the disciples cried in horror.
The truth dawned too late.
While the Elder had been locked in furious combat with Sacred Dragon Douluo, he had dismissed Bibi Dong as nothing more than a newly advanced Titled Douluo, weaker than himself. What he failed to account for was her cunning.
With a cold smile, Bibi Dong had released her Eighth Soul Skill: Spider Emperor Clone.
Another Bibi Dong, identical and radiating her full might, had emerged. With two enemies pressing him—one dragon, one spider—the Elder's attention faltered. And in that instant, the real Bibi Dong struck like a venomous fang.
Her sickle spider leg slid out of his chest with a wet sound, blood spraying into the night air.
The Second Elder collapsed to one knee, his aura flickering. His hammer shrank, his body trembling.
Bibi Dong's cold laugh echoed, her face pale but triumphant. "Even the mighty Clear Sky Clan… nothing more than prey in my web."
The morale of the Clear Sky Clan wavered, their formation faltering as grief and rage tore through their hearts.
And yet—the battle was far from over.
Bibi Dong's scarlet eyes gleamed with cold amusement."Sacred Dragon, why don't you thin their numbers? The Second Elder is already crippled. I'll keep him company."
Sacred Dragon Douluo's lips curled into a smile. With a roar, golden scales rippled across his body as his martial soul possession deepened. His massive dragon claws crackled with golden light as he launched himself into the fray.
The elite disciples of the Clear Sky Clan, dozens of Soul Kings and Soul Emperors, stood shoulder to shoulder. Their Hammer Array flared once more, the giant phantom hammer rising above their heads. It descended with the force of heaven's punishment.
Sacred Dragon Douluo met it head-on.
His sixth soul skill: Dragon Might Claw exploded outward, shattering their coordination. His claw tore through the phantom hammer with a resounding crack, and his tail swept across the battlefield like a golden whip.
The disciples screamed. Several were flung dozens of meters away, bones breaking on impact. Some never stood again. Even those who survived coughed blood, their bodies trembling under the pressure of a Title Douluo's direct assault.
The formation crumbled. The Clear Sky disciples' morale, already strained, wavered on the brink of collapse.
Meanwhile—
On the other side, the clash of hammers resounded like thunder. Tang Zhan fought with grim determination against Fifteen Ton Douluo, every swing of his Clear Sky Hammer shaking the earth. But his body betrayed him. His arms quivered, his breath grew ragged, and then—
Puchi!
He staggered backward, vomiting a mouthful of blood onto the cracked ground. His hammer shrank, his aura flickering like a dying flame.
"Sect Master!""Father!"
The anguished cries of the Clear Sky Clan echoed across the battlefield.
"Father!" Tang Xiao rushed forward, catching his collapsing father in his arms. His hands trembled as he felt the faint, irregular heartbeat.
Tang Zhan's pale lips moved with difficulty."...I am… already too ill… My heart… it relapses… Tang Xiao…"