He raised the hammer in his hand.
His movements were slow and steady, as though he were not wielding a weapon, but performing some sacred ritual.
At that moment, it seemed as if nothing remained between heaven and earth but that single hammer.
In the stands, everyone instinctively held their breath and widened their eyes, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.
On the platform, Bibi Dong leaned forward slightly. The Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo stood fully on guard, Soul Power already racing through their bodies.
On Shrek's side, Dai Mubai and the others clenched their fists, tense yet expectant.
"Clear Sky Hammer Starfall."
Tang San softly uttered those five words.
His voice was very soft, yet it seemed to carry a strange magic, clearly imprinting itself upon everyone's hearts.
Then, he swung the hammer.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
There were no dazzling visual effects.
This hammer strike was plain and unadorned, even seeming somewhat slow.
It was like someone lightly touching the surface of mirror-still water with a fingertip.
Centered on the hammerhead, an invisible ripple spread forward.
The ripple was nearly imperceptible to the naked eye; it could only be sensed through the distortion of the air.
Wherever the ripple passed, space emitted a faint, teeth-grinding sizzle, followed by fine black cracks.
That was not a visual effect. It was a localized collapse caused by space being unable to withstand that power!
Though it was only an extremely small-scale collapse and was instantly repaired by the world's laws, that fleeting black fissure made the scalps of everyone who saw it go numb!
Xie Yue, Hu Liena, and Yan.
The Soul Power Shield they had raised with all their strength, the violent aura they had gained by burning their lives—all of it was as fragile as a thin