The Match Platform suddenly fell silent.
Every eye turned to the hammer.
Beads of blood had seeped from Tang San's arms, and the veins beneath his skin bulged one by one. Six streams of Soul Power surged through him, each breath bringing pain like flesh being torn apart.
More than half of the thirty breaths Grandmaster had given them had already passed.
If this dragged on, there was no telling who would fall first.
"Finish it!"
Hu Liena's voice rang out.
She threw off Xiao Wu, and the Fox Shadow behind her raised its head in a long howl. Her Fifth Soul Ring flared, sending a visible ripple of mental energy outward.
Xie Yue leaped at the same time.
His two Moon Blades crossed in midair, forming a huge silver silhouette.
Yan stood at the front and wiped the blood from his mouth. The Flame Lord's remaining Soul Power burst from his chest. He did not charge again. His feet sank into the ground as he raised both molten arms toward the sky.
For the first time, the three members of the Golden Generation faced their enemies together without Demon Charm.
Bai Jin watched, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"That's more like it."
Hu Liena's Spiritual Shock struck first.
Tang San's vision blurred.
The Clear Sky Hammer seemed to double in weight, and his arms sank despite his efforts. He pushed his Purple Demon Eye to its limit, cool Soul Power guarding his mind. But Hu Liena had created no illusion this time. She compressed all her mental energy into a sharp blow and slammed it into the space between his brows.
Blood ran from Tang San's nose.
Yet he took a step forward.
The Blue Silver Grass tightened around his waist, and the voices of his six