Around the Soul Fighting Platform, everyone remained silent. They all wanted to see how that boy from the Clear Sky Sect would break out of this predicament.
Quite a few were already shaking their heads. Anyone with eyes could tell who would win the battle on the platform and who would lose, unless a miracle occurred.
Clear Sky Hammer in hand, Tang San kept fighting the Ancient Two-Headed Taotie.
He had worked the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer into a dazzling array of variations, yet something strange was happening. He had thought Tai Long and Huang Yuan's Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the Ancient Two-Headed Taotie, would be the easiest to deal with, but no matter what he did, he could not defeat it.
Walls of mud or barriers of sand and earth always rose between them, bogging down the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer as though it had fallen into a swamp.
"Tang San, stop wasting your strength. You can't beat us. Our Soul Power has already reached the peak of the Soul Ancestor rank." A hoarse voice emerged from the Ancient Two-Headed Taotie's mouth.
Tai Long already had a grudge against Tang San. Although the Strength Clan was subordinate to the Clear Sky Sect, he refused to submit to Tang San. Why should the Strength Clan be placed under the command of that wet-behind-the-ears brat?
Hadn't the Clear Sky Sect brought enough harm upon their Strength Clan already?
Tai Long's attacks and defenses were laced with personal resentment. He grew increasingly adept at wielding the elements granted by his Martial Soul Mutation, and earth element began clashing with the lightning element on Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer.
Tang San did not answer. Mud and sand flew everywhere before him, while gusts of wind swept through the air, obscuring his vision. He