Above the sky, everything was pitch-black. Golden sunlight passed through the circular opening and spilled onto the ground, enveloping Tang San, who was still somewhat dazed. The terrifying energy accumulated in the heavens was like a volcano on the verge of eruption, making the minds of everyone present tremble with fear despite themselves.
"Little San! Watch out!"
Tang Xiao roared anxiously, his heart nearly tearing apart.
If Tang San died, he did not know how he could ever answer to his younger brother.
The four elders were also frantic. Although the golden rings binding them had begun to vanish at a speed visible to the naked eye, they were too far from Tang San and had no time to save him. The only one capable of rescue was the Seventh Elder beside Tang San.
But even if the Seventh Elder had not fallen from the Titled Douluo realm, he still could not block this terrifying soul skill.
Could Tang San truly have no way out? Did the heavens mean to destroy the Clear Sky Sect?
In the darkness, Tang San was shrouded in golden sunlight. He looked up at that figure in the sky, the one he hated to the bone, and fell into a long silence as if struck by lightning.
He could sense how terrifying this soul skill was. No matter how he calculated it, he could not find even one path of survival. In other words, unless he took this soul skill head-on by sheer force, he was certain to die.
Although he had made some preparations, they were nothing but futile. He did not even have the thought of using them.
"Xiao Wu, it looks like I really can't do it..."
Tang San smiled, somewhat helplessly, his lips trembling as he softly spat out a few