"Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer!"
As for Tang Hao, he took advantage of the time everyone spent with their souls trembling to swing the Clear Sky Hammer rapidly, steadily building up his swing count. Once he reached nine times nine-eighty-one swings-knocking these twenty-odd fellows flat with a single blow would be easy.
In fact, he would not even need eighty-one swings to do it. After all, these fellows before him were only Soul Saints, nowhere near capable of withstanding the eighty-first blow.
Ten...
Eleven...
Thirty...
Thirty-one...
Tang Hao built up his hammer swings quickly, his imposing aura swelling just as rapidly. Salas and the others were horrified once again, and the effects of Divine Slaughter's Domain made their expressions grow even graver.
"Bastard, you want to build up momentum? Not a chance."
Fortunately, after a series of struggles, Salas was the first to free himself from the suppression of Divine Slaughter's Domain. He immediately charged at Tang Hao, intending to stop him from building up momentum.
"Heh, you think you can?"
Seeing Salas charge over, Tang Hao did not panic in the slightest. Instead, he swung the Clear Sky Hammer viciously at him, not forgetting to roar, "Come at me if you're not afraid to die!"
Bang!
The hammer struck, and, as expected, Salas flew backward like a kite with its string cut. A mouthful of vivid red blood sprayed from his lips, and his chest looked as though a deep crater had caved into it.
Clearly, that blow from Tang Hao had severely wounded Salas outright. After all, the blow Tang Hao had just delivered was already his fortieth.
"No, I can't let him keep building up momentum, or our mission is bound to fail!" Salas clutched his wound. The moment he steadied himself, his gaze locked onto Tang