The narrow gap appeared for only half a breath.
Huyan Li withdrew his palm, and the crystal armor closed again.
"So what if you spotted an opening? Can you get through it?"
Tang San did not answer. He stepped back on his Spider Lances.
Two strands of Blue Silver Grass skimmed the ground past Huyan Li and wrapped around Dai Mubai's and Xiao Wu's waists.
"Keep his flanks occupied. Don't attack the crystal armor again."
Dai Mubai wiped the blood from his lips.
"You're going to take him on alone?"
"I'm going to make him raise his arm."
Huyan Li heard him and burst out laughing.
"You want another hit?"
"Come on."
Tang San raised his left arm, palm facing Huyan Li.
This time, he used no Soul Skill.
Some of the laughter left Huyan Li's face. His foot ground forward across the floor tiles, and the phantom trunk of the Diamond Mammoth rose above his head.
"Third Soul Skill: Mammoth Charge!"
His massive body hurtled toward Tang San.
A chain of deep pits appeared in the ground behind him, and the air on both sides was forced apart.
Tang San did not meet him head-on. His Eight Spider Lances tapped the ground in turn, carrying him close to Huyan Li's right side.
Huyan Li raised an arm and swept it across.
Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon caught his wrist at once. Tang San used the force to turn, driving all eight Spider Lances toward his armpit.
The crystal armor parted as his arm rose.
The first four Spider Lances were caught between its plates, but the other four slipped through the gap and pierced his gray skin.
A pained roar tore from Huyan Li's throat.
"Get off!"
The crystal armor squeezed inward, but Tang San refused to withdraw his Eight