"To gain the power to kill Yu Xiaoheng, this is the price."
Hearing those words, Tang San felt as though he had been struck by lightning.
He looked at the hell on earth below, and tears finally spilled from his eyes.
"No! I don't want this kind of power!"
"Stop it! Please, stop!"
Tang San cried out in despair.
He tried to break free from his restraints and rush down to save them.
But his body was firmly pinned in midair. He could not even move a single finger.
He could only watch helplessly.
Watch as the elders who had just been gently comforting him, who had regarded him as the sect's hope, fell into endless suffering.
At the back mountain.
Tang Wei and Tang Hao also sensed that destructive power.
"What is this?!"
Tang Wei's expression changed drastically as he watched the rocks beneath his feet begin to melt.
He immediately released his Martial Soul.
The enormous Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand, its nine spirit rings blazing brightly.
"Elders, break the formation with me!"
Tang Wei roared and shot into the air.
He poured all his Soul Power into the Clear Sky Hammer and fiercely smashed it toward the blood-colored curtain overhead.
Boom!
A deafening explosion erupted in midair.
Yet that hammer blow, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter boulders, failed to stir even the slightest ripple when it struck the blood-colored curtain.
Instead, a terrifying recoil surged up the hammer's handle and into Tang Wei's body.
Tang Wei grunted, his body crashing heavily to the ground.
The flesh between his thumb and forefinger split open, blood flowing down the hammer's handle.
Even more terrifyingly, dark-red bloodlight had already stained his Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul.
That bloodlight was frantically devouring the very essence of his