Tang San's Despair

"If you want to obtain the power to kill Yu Xiaoheng, this is the price."

Hearing those words, Tang San felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He looked at the hell on earth below, and tears finally burst from his eyes.

"No! I don't want this kind of power!"

"Stop! Please, stop!"

Tang San cried out in despair.

He tried to break free of his restraints, wanting to rush down and save them.

But his body was fixed firmly in midair, unable to move even a single finger.

He could only watch helplessly.

He watched as the elders who had just been gently comforting him, who had regarded him as the hope of the sect, fell into endless agony.

Back Mountain.

Tang Wei and Tang Hao also sensed that destructive power.

"What is this thing?!"

Tang Wei looked at the rocks beneath his feet beginning to melt, and his expression changed drastically.

He immediately released his Martial Soul.

A massive Clear Sky Hammer was gripped in his hand, and nine Spirit Rings blazed with light.

"Elders, break the formation with me!"

Tang Wei roared, and his figure shot into the air.

He poured all his Soul Power into the Clear Sky Hammer and smashed it fiercely toward the blood-colored light curtain above his head.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion erupted in midair.

However, that hammer blow, powerful enough to split mountains and crack stone, struck the blood-colored light curtain without stirring even the slightest ripple.

Instead, a terrifying backlash surged along the hammer handle and into Tang Wei's body.

Tang Wei gave a muffled groan, and his body slammed heavily to the ground.

The webbing between his thumb and forefinger split open, and blood flowed down along the hammer handle.

Even more terrifying was that his Clear Sky