The battle at the entrance to the Permafrost Abyss was far more brutal than Tang Chen had expected.
The Holy Spirit Cult had committed forces here far stronger than intelligence had indicated. Aside from three formidable Titled Douluo-level priests, there were also large numbers of Evil Spirit Beasts and fallen Spirit Masters altered by forbidden arts. Fearless of pain and possessed of immense strength, they surged forward like a tide, madly battering the Clear Sky Sect's defenses.
Though Tang Chen was peerlessly valiant and his Clear Sky Hammer possessed earth-shaking power, every swing carried the force to shatter mountains and split the earth, smashing the charging evils into pulp and icy fragments. Yet two fists could not fend off four hands, especially when the enemy had bizarre joint attack formations and suicidal assaults without regard for cost. Several accompanying Clear Sky Sect elders had also fallen into bitter combat. All of them were wounded, and their Soul Power was heavily depleted. Bone-piercing cold mingled with the stench of blood, filling the air.
"Form the Clear Sky Formation!" Tang Chen roared, his voice like a great bell that drowned out the clamor of the battlefield. At his command, the four remaining elders immediately took their positions around Tang Chen according to a specific formation. Their Soul Power linked in an instant, forming a battle array that combined offense and defense. Empowered by the formation, the enormous phantom of the Clear Sky Hammer flared with light, mysterious runes emerging across its surface. Every strike drew upon the energies of heaven and earth with overwhelming force, clearing out swathes of enemies in the fan-shaped area ahead!
Yet the Holy Spirit Cult's offensive seemed endless. Worse still, the terrifying divine might of the evil god at the bottom of the abyss was steadily intensifying