Tang Hao Detonates His Rings, Qian Daoliu Is Seriously Wounded

The sky above the Withered Land had been dyed gray-black and holy white, forming a shattered painting.

The clash between Qian Daoliu and Tang Hao had already lasted dozens of exchanges.

Every collision split the earth and shook the air, while the dead trees in the distance were pulverized by the aftershocks.

Each blow of the Void Ruin Demon Hammer carried a violent force that devoured all things, as though it intended to smash a hole through the entire expanse of space.

Meanwhile, the holy light of Qian Daoliu's Six-Winged Angel was like an eternal sacred barrier, blocking every hammer blow.

But the longer Qian Daoliu fought, the more alarmed he became.

He clearly remembered Tang Hao from over thirty years ago.

Back then, although the Clear Sky Douluo had been unmatched in ferocity, his Soul Power cultivation had still been shallow. Before Qian Daoliu, he had been no more than an ant.

Yet the Tang Hao before him now far surpassed his former self in strength, speed, and that reckless, life-defying madness.

The cultivation of a level ninety-seven Super Douluo, coupled with the devouring nature of the Void Ruin Demon Hammer, had forcibly blurred the gulf that should have been impossible to cross between him and a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo.

What Qian Daoliu feared even more was that every time the hammer's edge struck his holy light, he could feel his Soul Power being siphoned away bit by bit and flowing into that strange gray-black war hammer. As one side weakened and the other strengthened, even he might suffer terribly if this continued.

On the other side, Bibi Dong's Soul-Devouring Power had already driven Tang San into a desperate situation.

Before the rule-based pressure of a Limit Douluo, Tang San's Void Ruin Vines were like paper barriers, blown