Whoosh!
With a faint sound, Tang San finally darted into the white light curtain.
At that instant, his immense killing intent swiftly invaded his body, making him tremble with every incursion.
After an unknown length of time, Tang San gradually awoke from the pain.
All the pain had vanished, leaving only a feeling of comfort throughout his body.
The familiar fluctuations of soul power and the sensation of his soul skills once again filled him.
When he tried to roll over and sit up, however, Tang San discovered that his left hand felt rather heavy.
Turning to look, he saw that he was actually holding the Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand.
The sight of the Clear Sky Hammer made Tang San wonder whether he had yet to wake up and was still dreaming!
Because the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand looked no different from before.
After all, if he had successfully formed the Divine Slaughter's Domain, white markings would have appeared atop the hammerhead.
Yet no such markings had appeared on the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand!
Why?
Why hadn't the Divine Slaughter's Domain formed?
This made no sense!
Tang San's face was pale, and an unmistakable murderous aura showed between his brows. His mental power spread out automatically.
Just as Tang San began questioning his entire existence, an invisible surge of killing intent struck.
It was as though something unseen had slammed heavily into the mental power Tang San had released.
Tang San shuddered and swiftly turned toward that direction.
Dozens of meters away stood a greasy middle-aged man in a gray robe, with dead-fish eyes and a stiff expression.
The middle-aged man held his hands behind his back, his dead-fish eyes gleaming with "wisdom."
He was none other than Yu Xiaogang, the Soul