Tang Hao watched the five attack at once, yet his expression instead calmed down.
He took a deep breath. Killing intent instantly spread beneath his feet, and then he lit up his seventh Soul Ring.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar."
A massive blood-red phantom appeared behind him. Wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, it began smashing wildly.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!"
A string of terrifying explosions rang out, blasting the entire mountain forest beyond recognition.
Demon Bear and Ghost Leopard's Martial Soul Avatars were struck by the hammer, their enormous bodies sent flying straight away and crashing through two small hills.
Yue Guan's petal blades were scattered by the hammer shadows, while he himself was repeatedly forced back by the aftershock.
Gui Mei's ghostly form was agile enough to barely evade the hammer shadow's direct blow, but the terrifying gusts still left him unsteady.
Qian Xunji had it even worse. The moment he steadied himself, a hammer shadow slammed into him head-on. The Angel Holy Sword was knocked from his hand, and he was sent flying once more, crashing through several thick trees before finally stopping.
Tang Hao panted heavily, his face somewhat paler. Clearly, this move had consumed a great deal of power as well.
Still, he gritted his teeth and stared fixedly at the five figures sprawled on the ground.
"Who's next?"
Qian Xunji crawled out from the pile of fallen trees, looking utterly miserable. Blood hung at the corner of his mouth, and even the Holy Light of the Six-Winged Angel had dimmed considerably.
He stared at Tang Hao, his eyes filled with shock and fury.
"You forced me to do this!"
He spread his arms, and a massive black Soul Ring enveloped both him and the angel phantom behind him.
"Ninth Soul Skill."
The golden