Countless strands of Blue Silver Grass grew from Yan's body, binding him in an instant and leaving him unable to move.
"Petty tricks. Second Soul Skill, Hellish Magma Charge!" Yan roared. Blazing magma sent up a wave of heat, reducing the Blue Silver Grass on him to ash.
"Tang San, it's over."
Scorching heat struck Tang San's face. The arena floor began to churn, and Lava Pillars erupted from the ground, instantly burning away every strand of Blue Silver Grass he had released.
As Yan charged toward him, Tang San bellowed, "Fourth Soul Skill, Blue Silver Holy Storm!"
Tang San's fourth Soul Ring lit up. A faint blue glow of life shimmered around him, healing even the slight burns Magma Surge had left. At the same time, countless strands of Blue Silver Grass coiled around him, then broke apart into a tornado that blocked Yan's Soul Skill.
"Hmph. A futile struggle," Yan said with disdain.
As Yan saw it, Tang San was merely making one last desperate stand. Once Tang San's Fourth Soul Skill ended, Yan could finish him off.
But what Yan never expected was—
Inside the Blue Silver Holy Storm, Tang San withdrew his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul and held out his left hand instead. A black iron hammer appeared in his grip.
Tang San swung the Clear Sky Hammer, stirring up a fierce wind as he began stacking strikes with the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.
Though he had already sentenced Tang Hao to death in his heart, Tang San had to admit that the Clear Sky Hammer's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer was still remarkably useful.
The Blue Silver Holy Storm did not vanish at once. It was like switching characters in a game: a skill already cast would not immediately disappear. A Soul Skill would not