Boom! Bang!
A tremendous explosion erupted, as though the continent itself were about to be destroyed.
The Demon God, the Evil God, the God of Darkness, Bibi Dong, and Qian Renxue were hurled backward, blood streaming from their bodies. Their once mighty, imposing Divine Armor was now shattered and ruined.
The five slammed heavily into the ground, gouging enormous craters into it. Every one of them was grievously wounded and on the verge of death.
Tang San stood proudly in the air, the Asura Demon Sword still blazing in his hand as he gazed coldly down at the five below.
"Wow! Third Brother won! We're victorious!" Ma Hongjun and the others cheered.
Grandmaster and the others also smiled in relief. The great stone that had weighed on their hearts finally dropped.
Tang Xuan, however, remained utterly composed. It was just a routine move. What was there to get excited about?
Tang Hao had already returned and was standing beside Ah Yin. With Tang San unleashing his full strength, there was no need for him to intervene, so he had come back when the fighting began.
"Cough, cough... kh... cough. Since we've lost, there's nothing more to say. But I told you before-I'll drag you and every living creature in this world into the grave with us!" the Demon God said through his struggles.
The Demon God, the Evil God, and the God of Darkness exchanged glances, seemingly reaching an unspoken agreement.
"Aaaah!"
An aura of destruction suddenly spilled from their bodies as dark power gathered. Cracks began spreading across all three of them, as though they were about to shatter.
"We already died once tens of thousands of years ago. What does it matter if we die again?"
"But if we can't live, the entire Douluo Continent will join us