However.
The next instant.
A scene that made everyone's eyes nearly pop out appeared.
"Ding."
A soft chime rang out.
Like a pearl falling onto a jade plate.
That finger touched the massive hammer.
Time seemed to freeze at that very moment.
The Clear Sky Hammer, descending with the force of ten thousand pounds, simply stopped in midair.
It stopped before Tang Shuo's finger.
It could not advance even an inch further.
"Im... impossible!"
A hoarse growl escaped Tang San's throat.
!!!
He could clearly feel an indescribable, incomprehensible force coming from the other man's fingertip.
That power was not Soul Power.
It was more ancient, purer, and more domineering.
As if it were the most primordial law of this world!
Before that power.
The Clear Sky Hammer he had been so proud of was like a child's toy.
Tang Shuo raised his head.
Beneath his silver mask, his gaze rested calmly on Tang San.
"Too weak."
He spoke lightly.
"Your hammer is too weak, just like you."
"..."
As his words fell.
His fingertip flicked slightly.
"Buzz—!"
The Clear Sky Hammer let out a mournful cry and was forcibly sent flying!
Tang San felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He spat out a mouthful of blood in midair, his body flying backward uncontrollably.
At the instant he was flung away.
A brilliant purple glow abruptly lit up in his eyes!
Purple Demon Eyes!
Spiritual Pierce!
This was his final trump card!
He wanted to see through this man's weakness and deal him a fatal blow with his spiritual power!
The purple light ignored physical distance and shot directly toward Tang Shuo's eyes.
However.
At that very moment.
Tang Shuo's previously tranquil gaze changed.
Deep within his pupils, two black vortices seemed to emerge silently.
Within those