The three of them were somewhat ashamed. They were Ghost Immortals, after all, yet not only had they failed to help Tang Changsheng, they had become a burden. How could they bear it?
When that Ghost Immortal attacked, they had been unable to help at all. If Tang Changsheng had not killed him, they would probably have suffered alongside him.
Worse, a fellow Ghost Immortal had lasted only minutes against Tang Changsheng before being blown apart. The comparison left them with a powerful sense of danger.
The title of Ghost Immortal suddenly seemed worth a lot less!
They fell silent, closed their eyes, and began circulating their power, hoping to adapt sooner to this world's different Heavenly Secrets Law.
Tang Changsheng shook his head slightly. These three Ghost Immortals probably hadn't properly undergone the trials of the Illusory Spirit Tribulation, much less planted Heavenly Secrets Seeds.
Adapting to the New World's laws would never be that easy. He would have to give them a hand.
He looked toward the base. It was in chaos, with gunfire and cannon blasts ringing out without cease.
Harpies swarmed like dark clouds. Whether they numbered in the thousands or the tens of thousands, they wheeled and swooped around the entire Far Expedition Base.
Fortunately, decades of construction had made the base an iron fortress, armed to the teeth.
Every antiaircraft weapon blazed, weaving a dense net of fire that sent Harpies falling one after another.
The fighting around the harbor was especially brutal. Unlike the Far Expedition Base, it did not have firing positions and bunkers everywhere.
Countless soldiers in the harbor had no choice but to stand in the open and fire skyward to protect the ships.
The Carrier Strike Group had barely been modified. Unlike the Expedition battleship beneath Tang Changsheng's feet