"After them!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo roared in fury,
"Tang Hao is wounded and poisoned. He can't have gone far! Two of you go after Tang San. Everyone else, follow me!"
His face was livid, his chest heaving with rage. After all their preparations, eleven Titled Douluos had turned out in full force, yet they had failed to stop even an injured Tang Hao. How could he show his face once word reached the Papal Hall?
The other Titled Douluos looked equally grim.
The mighty Spirit Hall had deployed all its elite forces to surround and kill Tang Hao, only to let him escape right before their eyes. If word got out, even Spirit Hall's formidable reputation would take a hit.
With that, he was the first to turn into a streak of light and race in the direction Tang Hao had vanished.
The other Titled Douluos set off as well. Several figures sliced through the night sky, following close behind Chrysanthemum Douluo, and vanished into the boundless darkness in an instant.
Only two were left behind to pursue Yu Xiaogang and the others. Their figures soon disappeared as well.
Just like that, an earth-shaking battle dispersed without a trace. The air, bristling with murderous intent only moments before, was suddenly empty, leaving nothing but devastation below.
The night wind swept past, stirring up dust. The Soul Rings that had filled the sky, the Martial Soul Avatars, and the enormous blood-red hammer all seemed like something out of a dream.
Only the broken roof beams, collapsed walls, and great craters beneath their feet reminded everyone that a battle capable of shaking the entire continent had truly taken place here.
Lin Chen stood on the rooftop, watching until Tang Hao's figure had completely disappeared before slowly withdrawing his gaze.
He had seen that