Asking Yuan Zicheng to intervene would cost Merit Points. One appearance from him might eat up most of their personal Merit Points... In other words, this errand would earn them little more than credit for hard work. Why bother?
Merit Points were valuable. They could be exchanged for all kinds of benefits at the Azure Sea True Void Palace: guidance from Yin Spirit or Yang Spirit experts, Treasured Artifacts, even access to the palace's Scripture Pavilion...
Wasting them here would be foolish. Besides, Tang Changsheng had the strength to handle this himself!
Tang Changsheng had barely destroyed one wave of Ghost Creatures when another rushed in. Perhaps they found him too brazen; this wave numbered at least ten times as many.
It was as though the entire Ghost Domain had expanded toward Tang Changsheng. A piercing chill shot ahead of it.
Tang Changsheng's expression shifted. He lit the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, and Wishfire blazed into a barrier. The moment it formed, arrows rained down. Countless black shafts struck it, only to vanish in the flames.
But the Sky Silver inside the lamp was being consumed rapidly, dwindling layer by layer before his eyes.
"I may have nothing else, but I've got plenty of Sky Silver!" Tang Changsheng gave a cold smile, took another bottle from his Marching Bag, and poured it in.
The Wishfire kept blazing. Countless Ghost Soldiers charged, fearless of death, one falling as the next rushed forward. The instant they touched the barrier, they burned to ash.
Yet the Ghost Soldiers seemed endless, battering the Wishfire barrier without pause. Tang Changsheng's expression did not change as he poured another bottle of Sky Silver into the lamp.
If anyone else had seen this, they would have stamped their feet and cursed him for a spendthrift. White Sky