The Netherworld Saint Tiger Emperor's Destructive Evil Breath stacked with the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's Evil God Power. On top of that, the Law of Void from the Hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit Spirit Bone passively negated much of the damage. Seven-tenths of Tang Hao's attack was nullified outright, and the Netherworld Saint Tiger Emperor's claws easily blocked the rest.
More terrifying still was Fang Fan's control of the fight—
He never met Tang Hao head-on. Every time, he struck back in the precise gaps between Tang Hao's attacks.
His counters came from such tricky angles that Tang Hao had to pull back his hammer again and again to defend himself.
At level eighty-eight, Fang Fan had driven the level ninety-five Clear Sky Douluo this far. The unease in Tang Hao's heart grew stronger.
"Great Sumeru Hammer!"
Tang Hao finally stopped holding back. The Soul Rings beneath his feet exploded—five of them at once.
The essence of the Great Sumeru Hammer was Ring Detonation: sacrificing Soul Rings for a brief surge of power far beyond the user's limits.
Empowered by Ring Detonation, the Clear Sky Hammer swelled several times over. Dark red Asura Blood Patterns intertwined with fragments of Soul Power from the shattered rings across its pitch-black surface.
The aura pouring from the hammer had surpassed the limits of level ninety-five and was closing in on the threshold of a level ninety-eight Peak Douluo.
This was Tang Hao's strongest blow, the desperate trump card he had kept in reserve—
He refused to believe anyone at level eighty-eight could take his five-ring Great Sumeru Hammer head-on.
The corner of Fang Fan's mouth lifted.
This was the moment he had been waiting for.
The Netherworld Saint Tiger Emperor raised his head and let out a low roar. His sixth Soul Ring,