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... main, activate! Ultimate Art: Great Sumeru Hammer!"

Tang Hao, in his final frenzy, unleashed his Deathgod Domain. The Clear Sky Hammer grew several times larger out of nowhere. All the debuffs and control-type skills that had been applied to Tang Hao and the Clear Sky Hammer were shattered by the overwhelming explosion of soul power. Without hesitation, Tang Hao swung what might be the final hammer strike of his life directly at Kaos.

"Third Soul Skill: Taunt! Fourth Soul Skill: ...

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