Tang San took a deep breath.
He trusted Han Yuchen.
Ever since he had known Han Yuchen as a child, every judgment and every arrangement the other had made had been terrifyingly precise.
He appeared carefree, but in truth, nothing escaped his calculations. If he said it could be used, then it could definitely be used.
If he called it a trump card, then it had to be extraordinary.
Tang San stepped forward.
With that step, he positioned himself directly in front of all his companions.
Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing... everyone's gaze settled on his back.
Dai Mubai glanced at Han Yuchen. Seeing him nod slightly, he reined in his aura and took half a step back, yielding the lead position to Tang San.
Facing the three "madmen" charging at them while burning their lives, facing their twisted expressions, frenzied eyes, and the violent Soul Power they unleashed without restraint, Tang San's expression was terrifyingly calm.
It was not forced composure, but a serenity that came from deep within, forged through trials of life and death.
There was neither disdain nor fear in his eyes, only profound stillness, like the darkest sky before a storm.
He raised his hand, his slender fingers drawing out that card from Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night.
The card flipped between his fingertips, dark-blue streams of light refracting a hazy glow beneath the sun.
Soul Power poured into it.
"Buzz—"
A strange hum rang out.
It was neither a piercing shriek nor a dull roar, but a low chant that seemed to come from ancient primordial times.
The sound did not seem to travel through the air. Instead, it resounded directly within everyone's soul.
It began faintly, like a babbling stream, then rapidly swelled like rushing rivers before becoming the endless echo