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Tang San suddenly exerted force, and an incomparably domineering, scorching heat surged backward through his palms. The searing pain instantly pierced his entire body.
With this burst of strength, the Sea God Trident, which had lain dormant for who knew how many ages, finally trembled ever so slightly for the first time.
Then, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred.
Starting from where his hands gripped it tightly, dazzling pale golden light began to spread at high speed.
The dense patterns on the originally pitch-black trident shaft, which looked like a fire poker, were forcibly illuminated.
A sacred aura spread outward.
Endless golden light climbed upward along the patterns.
At that moment, Tang San felt as though he was not pulling out a weapon at all, but gripping two red-hot irons fresh from a furnace with his bare hands.
The excruciating pain drilled into his heart. His brows twisted tightly together, yet the fervor in his eyes surged severalfold.
Let go? Impossible!
As long as he pulled out the Sea God Trident, he would be one step closer to becoming the Sea God!
He had to revive his mother as soon as possible!
Only then could they truly be considered a family!
Veins bulged on the back of Tang San's hands. His five fingers seemed welded to the long shaft, gripping tighter and tighter.
The extreme heat, combined with the violent recoil, instantly tore open the web between Tang San's thumb and forefinger.
Crimson blood seeped out and flowed into the pale golden patterns that had just lit up.
The instant blood and the patterns merged, a wondrous resonance between souls quietly connected in the darkness.
This supreme divine artifact was gradually accepting him.
"Brothers, lend me your strength!" Tang San gritted his teeth and shouted.
The others understood each other