The fierce barrage poured out at full force, dyeing the entire sea of stars the color of destruction. The apocalyptic scene finally showed the invading Demon Cultivators of the Ghost Path just how formidable their enemy was. Their Rogue Cultivators, including the immortals of the Demon Hall, had all ridden in on enormous, unique demonic beasts, but now that the artillery fire had erupted, those mounts had instead become burdens. The mother-child missiles flew out, and without even needing to aim, they could blast the cultivators full of holes!
Countless Demon Cultivators turned incorporeal and fled into the sea of stars, but the battleships were sweeping in from all sides, because the Ghost Path's battleships intended to drive them into either the nebulae or the Blood Sea!
All the Divine Tortoise battleships were breaking through. No battleships could be seen nearby anymore—only layer upon layer of nebulae and wave after wave of deafening explosions!
I faced Zhang Su and Jin Hou at night, a mocking smile on my face. "You won't be able to stay in the sea of stars. Saint Path battleships are everywhere. You either remain here, or you can only pass through the Blood Sea. Which will it be?"
Zhang Su and Jin Hou exchanged a glance. "Fellow Daoist Jin, I'll go reinforce them. You deal with this Ghost Emperor!"
"I have to watch over the battleships! Besides, how am I supposed to deal with the Naling Art alone?" Jin Hou had already been displeased at seeing several Divine Tortoise battleships sunk. Now that the other side intended to rescue their direct-line Rogue Cultivators, he felt Zhang Su was being far too protective and had no sense of the bigger picture.
"I have to save them! Hold him off first. I'll be right back!" Zhang Su clicked