Victory at Last

Xie Yue heard the screams of the two eliminated Soul Ancestors, and anxiety inevitably rose in his heart. But faced with Tang San's fierce Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, he was simply willing but powerless.

Meanwhile, under Yan and Hu Liena's restraint, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul Fusion Skill was unable to gain even the slightest advantage. After all, the opponents they faced were two elite Soul Kings from Spirit Hall.

When they tried to defeat their opponents, the other side adopted a stalling tactic. Given their current amount of Soul Power, they could maintain their Martial Soul Fusion Skill for far less time than Xie Yue and Hu Liena. After all, their Soul Power was not at full capacity. Even after replenishing it, they only had a little over half remaining.

What left the Hell White Tiger even more helpless was Yan's Flame Lord. Under his relentless bombardment, the entire arena had nearly turned into a lava pool. Crimson magma continuously surged up from underground, radiating scorching heat before cooling upon exposure to the air.

The entire arena was nearly impossible to stand on!

"Clang!"

As Tang San delivered his final hammer blow, Xie Yue staggered back more than ten steps. The hand gripping his moon blade trembled slightly, and blood spilled from his split tiger's mouth.

"Finished? Then it's my turn!"

Xie Yue looked at the panting Tang San, killing intent flashing through his eyes. Ignoring the pain in his hands, he gripped his moon blades with both hands and charged at Tang San.

The moon blades, stained crimson with blood, became increasingly sinister. Midway through his charge, Xie Yue released the moon blade in his left hand. It flew behind Tang San in a mysterious arc, stabbing toward his heart, while Xie Yue rushed straight at