"Get up!"
Tang San's hoarse roar was like the howl of a wounded beast, carrying an unwavering resolve to press forward.
The muscles in his arms bulged, veins standing out beneath his skin as if they might burst at any moment. Yet he still steadily raised the dark-golden colossal hammer, radiating destructive fluctuations, above his head!
An overwhelming pressure descended like a collapsing sky, locking firmly onto the Spirit Hall Academy Team's position.
Xie Yue, Hu Liena, and the others felt their breathing hitch, even their Soul Power circulation becoming sluggish, as though they were being suppressed beneath an invisible mountain.
The remaining four Soul Ancestors turned pale and could barely remain standing.
Carrying the terrifying will to shatter everything and destroy all techniques, the colossal hammer tore through the air with a deafening roar and crashed fiercely toward the Spirit Hall team!
Before the hammer even arrived, its violent wind pressure had already scraped away a thick layer of the ground, sending shattered stones flying everywhere.
The stands fell deathly silent. Everyone held their breath and stared wide-eyed, waiting for this earth-shattering strike to land.
Could the history of the Soul Master Tournament truly be rewritten at this very moment?
Could Spirit Hall's legend of invincibility be smashed apart by this sudden Clear Sky colossal hammer?
At that critical moment, Yan, who had stood motionless all along, finally moved.
He merely took one step forward.
"Boom!"
Crimson-gold flames erupted from beneath his feet without warning, like a dormant volcano suddenly bursting forth.
The flames did not burn chaotically. The instant they rose, they automatically gathered and took shape, forming a slowly rotating crimson-gold Fire Lotus more than ten meters in diameter.
The Fire Lotus had nine petals, each flowing with a magma-like luster. At its center stood Yan, his