He gritted his teeth and steadied the light barrier. In the lull after the last light orb fell, he thrust his trident forward, sending a golden trident phantom tearing through the air straight at Wang Dong'er.
It was one of the Sea God Trident's Golden Thirteen Forms. Wrapped in the Sea God's power, the trident phantom carried a piercing force that threatened to nail through space itself!
Wang Dong'er sidestepped its frontal assault, spun the Clear Sky Hammer in her hand, and swung backhanded at the phantom's flank.
The instant the hammer struck the trident phantom, its golden radiance was knocked off course. It grazed past her and carved a long, deep furrow into the stone steps behind her.
She closed in as Tang San drew back his trident, bringing the Clear Sky Hammer crashing down from above. Tang San raised his trident horizontally to block, and the two divine artifacts collided in midair again with a deafening boom.
They fought faster and faster.
Tang San unleashed the Golden Thirteen Forms one after another, layers of trident phantoms pressing forward like ocean tides,
each carrying enough power to pin a First-Level God in the void.
Yet Wang Dong'er did not retreat.
The Light Goddess Butterfly wings on her back beat continuously as she darted between the trident phantoms,
the Clear Sky Hammer in her hand sometimes striking unexpectedly at gaps between them, sometimes becoming a thick, dark-golden barrier that kept Tang San's counterattacks at bay.
Her left wing slashed out a razor-sharp blade of light, and the hammer in her right hand immediately crashed down from another direction. The butterfly and hammer worked together with almost flawless precision.
The longer Tang San fought, the more alarmed he became.
He had assumed that even if Wang Dong'er had become a god,