Both of them had fallen below Level 90, losing their Titled Douluo status and plummeting all the way to the Soul Douluo realm.
The Clear Sky Twin Stars, who had once shaken the continent with their might, were now nothing more than two crippled Soul Douluo who could barely stand.
Tang Hao raised his head, staring blankly at the sky overhead, fragmented by the leaves.
One hour.
From their spirited appearance at the edge of the arena to the nine Clear Sky Hammers being forcibly crushed and Qian Daoliu wiping out their sect in the Great Snow Mountains, barely an hour had passed, even by the most generous reckoning.
The mighty Clear Sky Sect and its eight Titled Douluo-some dead, some wounded, some captured.
By now, not a single living member retained the strength of a Titled Douluo.
Not only had their sect's foundations been utterly destroyed, but the blame for the "Holy Spirit Cult" had also been pinned on them. From this day onward, the entire Douluo Continent would not have an inch of land where they could take shelter.
Amid the deathly silence, a faint stirring came from the muddy ground beside them.
Enduring the excruciating pain of his broken bones, Tang San braced both hands against the ground and pushed himself upright.
Blood and filth covered his face, which had been slapped out of shape, yet his bloodshot eyes seemed to have something to say:
"We haven't lost yet."
The awkward-sounding words abruptly rang out through the woods.
Tang Hao, Tang Xiao, and Tang Chen, who had just been jolted awake and was coughing blood against a tree root, all turned to look at him.
They hadn't lost?
*Their sect was gone, their titles were gone, their reputation stank, and they would spend the rest of their