The battlefield was in chaos. Spirit Hall forces, once confident and orderly, were now scattered by the sheer shock of Tang Yin's arrival. Soldiers whispered among themselves, fear creeping into their hearts like an insidious poison.
Bibi Dong's face remained composed, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of concern. Who is this man? she thought. His aura… it doesn't match anyone I know. Yet, it's terrifyingly precise, perfectly disciplined, and far stronger than any Titled Douluo she has faced in this timeline.
Tang Yin didn't give anyone time to think. Raising a hand, he activated Clear Sky Barrier, forming a translucent dome of energy around Xiao Wu, Tang San, and himself. The shield radiated a faint blue light and shimmered with impervious strength.
"Don't even try," he said calmly, his voice carrying across the battlefield.
A squadron of Spirit Hall's elite warriors charged, each armed with high-level weapons and imbued with their personal soul abilities. They struck the barrier simultaneously, attempting to overwhelm it with combined might.
The result was catastrophic—for them.
The Clear Sky Barrier held firm, absorbing every strike without even flickering. Sparks of spiritual energy danced across its surface, but not a single crack appeared. The force rebounded, sending some of the warriors tumbling backward.
Bibi Dong's frown deepened. This isn't just power… it's control, technique, and absolute mastery.
Before anyone could react, Tang Yin activated Gravitational Prison. The air around several Spirit Hall elites rippled and thickened as gravity itself seemed to twist unnaturally. Feet were pinned to the ground, bodies bent under invisible weight, and swords clanged uselessly against the unbearable force.
Tang San's eyes widened. "He… he's controlling the battlefield completely!"
Xiao Wu clutched her own arm, awestruck. "It's like… he can bend reality itself…"
A Spirit Hall general screamed, desperately trying to break free, but his spiritual energy was compressed and distorted by Tang Yin's skill. Within seconds, he was immobilized entirely, trapped in the invisible prison, struggling helplessly.
Tang Yin's crimson eyes swept the battlefield. Every move he made was deliberate, calculated, and merciless. With a motion of both hands, he summoned Twin Hammers of Creation and Destruction, two massive spectral hammers materializing above him. One shimmered with radiant energy, the other with shadowy destructive force.
He swung them in a wide arc. The hammers collided with the trapped Spirit Hall soldiers, the sheer force pulverizing their defenses. The impact sent shockwaves across the battlefield, toppling trees and sending dust clouds rising into the air.
Bibi Dong's lips twitched in irritation. "Impressive," she murmured, "but let's see how long he can maintain that control."
Tang Yin didn't respond. He moved forward steadily, his boots barely making a sound on the shattered ground. Every step radiated authority, and the Spirit Hall forces felt an instinctive dread. No one dared advance without orders—they could see that even the smallest mistake would cost them dearly.
Tang San's gaze followed him. I've never seen anyone like him… not even Father, not even anyone from our universe. Who is he… really?
Tang Yin's eyes softened slightly as they met Tang San's. No words were needed—his intent was clear: I am here to protect you, and I will not allow harm to come to you or your friends.
The battlefield, once filled with chaos and fear, fell into an uneasy pause. Even Spirit Hall, known for their ruthless efficiency, hesitated. Tang Yin's presence alone had changed the flow of the battle.
And somewhere in the shadows, the faint trace of the rift shimmered, a reminder that this mysterious protector had arrived from… somewhere no one yet understood.