However you put it, the three brothers were still brothers—brothers bound by blood. That was vastly different from a hastily assembled team when it came to coordination. Take Jiang Han, Xijun, Wanyi, and the others: by the end, they could read each other's thoughts with a single glance. But these three brothers did not even need to look. They knew how their eldest brother or third brother would attack next, as well as where to stand and how to position themselves!
That was their innate advantage!
When the arriving Eighth Tribulation True Immortals saw that Old Ghost Tong had nearly been killed outright, their expressions changed drastically. No matter how powerful a quasi-Eighth Tribulation expert was, there should still have been a chasm-like gap between them and a peak Eighth Tribulation expert. Yet now, all the clothes on Old Ghost Tong's upper body had been blasted away, and his body was covered in wounds where energy had torn through him. If they had not arrived in time, he would probably have lost his old life!
Old Ghost Tong's face turned livid as he roared, "Old Ghost Mo, you lost three jars of spirit treasures and you didn't even know!?"
Old Ghost Mo, who had just arrived, looked both shocked and regretful. But when he heard that Old Ghost Tong seemed to be blaming him, he immediately said, "How could I have known? Didn't you see that kid was a ghost master of the ghost path? I thought ghost masters had vanished for good. Who would have expected to see one now? Damn it, otherwise I could have sold those for at least ten times the price!"
Old Ghost Tong retreated and glanced at his Household elder woman before saying, "Senior Sister Nu, I'm counting on you. I capsized in the