But they could not let such a good opportunity slip away.
If these two great Soul Master legions were dealt a severe blow, the Spirit Hall Empire's dominance on the battlefield would be greatly weakened.
However, there were simply too many enemies. It was indeed impossible to kill them all; they could only slaughter as many as possible.
Tang Hao's battle against the Wind Sword Sect was at a stalemate. Relying on the Wind Thunder Sword Formation to gather the sword qi and Soul Power of his sect disciples, the Wind Sword Sect Master could barely hold off Tang Hao—but only while Tang Hao had yet to unleash his full strength. Tuoba Xi's death had thrown his mind into turmoil. His thoughts were no longer on the battle, but on how to preserve the sect's strength.
Tang Hao had seen through this long ago, which was why he had held back for so long. He understood the Wind Sword Sect Master's nature too well. If he merely dragged things out a little longer, the man would expose a flaw himself.
Tang San gripped the Sea God Trident again, and a terrifying aura surged forth.
Sure enough, provoked by Tang San, the Wind Sword Sect Master began to grow impatient. He tried to increase the power of the Wind Thunder Sword Formation and forcibly break through Tang Hao's attacks.
Compared to Tang Hao, Tang San was the more terrifying existence now. Even Tuoba Xi had died—how could he possibly withstand that special weapon in Tang San's hand?
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
At the very moment the Wind Sword Sect hesitated, a massive figure brimming with oppressive force crashed down from the sky.
It was no less imposing than the Titan Giant Ape. Bolts of lightning flowed across its body, and its formidable aura