When Tang Hao released his soul rings, the Titled Douluos facing him all released theirs as well.
In an instant, the colors cast by the soul rings transformed the sky into a dazzling, kaleidoscopic spectacle. Yellow, purple, black, and red overlapped in layer upon layer, their radiance mingling until they almost obscured half the night sky.
The rings slowly revolved in midair, their light waxing and waning, bathing every face in a riot of colors.
Eleven Titled Douluos had released their soul rings at once. The rings overlapped, their brilliant radiance almost turning night into day.
The Soul Masters watching below craned their necks at the halos swirling across the sky, their mouths hanging open, unable to utter a word.
Many people would never witness such a spectacle even once in their lives.
The Martial Soul Avatars behind those Titled Douluos also began to emerge, their enormous phantom forms flickering among the rings, adding to the oppressive atmosphere.
Some martial souls were still releasing pulses of soul power. Visible waves of air rippled outward around them, making even the air feel thick and viscous.
Yet astonishingly, despite facing eleven opponents alone, Tang Hao's presence was no weaker than theirs.
Nine soul rings encircled him. His pressure, solid and imposing as a mountain, held its own against the auras of eleven Titled Douluos. At one point, it even seemed poised to overwhelm them.
He hovered alone in midair, facing eleven immense auras, yet his back remained ramrod straight, as though nothing between heaven and earth could ever make him bow.
Although he had yet to unleash the full power of the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, its hammer intent had already locked onto the entire battlefield.
Not one of the eleven Titled Douluos dared strike first. Both sides remained locked