Looking at Hao Ren's high-spirited face, Heiserana held back a bellyful of complaints and resentment for a long while, but in the end, she still couldn't find anywhere to vent them. Moreover, she had to admit that what he said made perfect sense: an insane "plan" like this really was something only Hao Ren could pull off...
Firepower bombardments and long-range missiles were still minor problems. The most difficult part was actually the ghost amalgamations filling the sky—the possibility of breaking out through the air wasn't something Heiserana had never considered, but how could ordinary people withstand the energy clouds formed from tens of thousands of Vengeful spirits gathering above Tartarus? Even Hassu didn't dare claim he could pass through them unscathed!
So riding a missile through the air and flying over Tartarus sounded incredibly cool, but in reality, not a single person present had ever even considered it—except Hao Ren.
He had the highest defense among everyone present (Rigid Shield), as well as the strongest resistance to negative energy. Although it couldn't be seen from the outside, that fellow's glittering title of "pope" was the real deal! Ever since the day he had signed a labor contract with Raven 12345, Hao Ren had gained an extremely high resistance to all supernatural negative-energy damage. When facing ghost-like pure-energy life forms, his resistance was even greater!
Thus, Hao Ren's method of breaking through really wasn't something ordinary people could imitate...
"All right, all right, I get it—you're amazing." Heiserana watched Hao Ren pat the dust off his body. No matter how unwilling she was, she had to admit that the way this guy solved problems had surprised her yet again. "You win this time, but the Bronze Palace is just ahead. Who knows what else is inside? You'd better restore your