"You all want to blow yourselves up?"
Looking at Number Three and the others—or, more precisely, at the Blood Crystals in their hands—Tang Hao's expression turned exceedingly grave. He knew that they had probably realized they were no match for him and were preparing to take him down with them.
"Since you're all so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!" Tang Hao's voice was icy, his gaze even colder as he stared at Number Three and the others.
As his words fell, Tang Hao raised the enormous Clear Sky Hammer in his hand high overhead, then bellowed, "Eighth Soul Skill!"
Hum!
As Tang Hao unleashed his Eighth Soul Skill, a phantom Clear Sky Hammer dozens of meters tall expanded, almost instantly blotting out more than half the sky. Along with it descended an unparalleled aura and crushing pressure.
"Ugh, damn it..."
Feeling the might of that gigantic Clear Sky Hammer, Number Three of the Undead Troops lost his earlier hot-blooded expression. His face grew heavy and strained instead, as though he could barely withstand the pressure from the Clear Sky Hammer. Even breathing felt incredibly difficult.
No, I have to stop this bastard...
With that thought, Number Three prepared to force his way through the pressure, charge forward, and blow himself up.
Unfortunately, the thought had barely occurred to Number Three when another terrifying aura surged from Tang Hao's direction, accompanied by his furious roar.
"Hmph, you ants are planning to use that same move again? I won't give you the chance."
"Divine Slaughter's Domain, activate!"
The instant Tang Hao finished speaking, the murderous aura that had only recently dispersed enveloped the entire area again. Number Three and the others' predicament worsened another notch. Not only were they pinned down so thoroughly that they could not fight back, even