The second divine war erupted. Qian Renxue, the Angel God whom Spirit Hall had kept hidden until now, also joined the war.
Two gods against Tang San.
The Asura God could have suppressed the Angel God and Rakshasa God, yet Tang San felt powerless. The Godhood he had inherited could not even defeat either the Angel God or Rakshasa God alone.
On the battlefield below, some familiar faces from Spirit Hall's past did not appear. Only the new army and newly promoted Titled Douluo elders were present, yet they still drove the allied forces into retreat after retreat.
Tang Hao looked up toward Tang San, concern filling his face.
He flew toward the site of the battle between the three gods. He intended to lend Tang San a hand.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The sky beside Tang Hao split open. Within the rift, a dragon eye stared at him.
Then space tore apart, and a massive dragon flew out from within it, with a man standing atop its back.
"Tang Hao, do you still recognize me?" the man asked.
"You're Luo San from Spirit Hall's Seven-Cannon Team?" Tang Hao asked warily.
Another god? Damn it, how did Spirit Hall have another god besides the Angel God and Rakshasa God in this lifetime?
Tang Hao looked at the hundred-meter dragon beneath Luo San's feet. He vaguely remembered that Luo San's Martial Soul was supposed to be Luo Sanpao.
Even Luo Sanpao had become a god. Just how useless was that Lung Mist of Gangzi's? Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma, Divine Blood Baptism—he had given it so many things, yet that pig still could not even reach Super Douluo.
"You truly are an important man with a poor memory," Luo San said with a self-mocking laugh. "Then again, a great figure like