But this was not enough to give Tang Hao even a moment to catch his breath.
At that moment, every scale on Golden Crocodile Douluo's body stood erect, gleaming with a crystalline golden luster before shooting out violently, enveloping Tang Hao entirely.
Tang Hao's heart tightened. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand swung wildly and fiercely, creating layers upon layers of hammer shadows that formed an impenetrable wall around his body.
Clang, clang, clang—
The sound of metal striking metal rang out without end, echoing across the battlefield. Under the Clear Sky Hammer's furious blows, golden scales were sent flying one after another.
However, there were simply too many golden scales—thousands upon thousands. No matter how quickly Tang Hao swung the Clear Sky Hammer, many scales still passed through the wind wall formed by the hammer shadows and shot toward his body.
Fortunately, the scales that pierced through the hammer-shadow wind wall were not enough to threaten his life. Any scales aimed at vital areas were blocked by Tang Hao with the Clear Sky Hammer.
Even so, Tang Hao was not having an easy time.
In only a moment, the scales had carved countless wounds across his body. His tattered black robe became even more ragged, and blood splattered from the newly torn holes, dyeing his entire body red in an instant.
When the barrage of scales finally ended, Tang Hao had become a bloody man.
This time, Tang Hao truly felt powerless. Golden Crocodile Douluo was simply too strong; even ordinary Spirit Skills were already so difficult for him to handle.
If his opponent went all out, Tang Hao probably would not even have a chance to fight back.
Tang Hao could not help feeling discouraged. His mentality and momentum both carried a trace of decline.
But this