After Tang Wulin had finished absorbing the Abyss Energy within his body, he took another look at the legacy left inside the Golden Trident.
Tang Wulin had been working through the trials within this legacy all along, but every time he faced Old Tang, he always felt a sense of dissonance.
Having heard two different accounts, Tang Wulin no longer knew which was the true face of the man before him when he saw Old Tang's figure again.
But at this moment, Tang Wulin's focus was on dealing with the Abyss Plane. After all, there were far too many people beside and behind him whom he wanted to protect. He would never allow the Abyss Plane to devour Douluo Star.
Of course, Tang Wulin was also thinking about the matter Huo Yuhao had mentioned earlier.
With the help of Spiritual Detection Sharing, Tang Wulin could now see the Abyss Army being bombarded by artillery on the battlefield ahead.
But everyone present understood that this situation would not end anytime soon. Although this wave of Abyss Demons might soon retreat, the next wave of attacks would follow shortly.
And the relaxed atmosphere of their earlier conversation in the trenches had merely been a way for them to briefly forget all this and escape their tightly wound nerves amid the oppressive atmosphere of the battlefield.
Soon, they would all have to face the battle before them again, even though they had been here for less than a day.
Watching the situation on the battlefield, Dong Zi'an of the Western Legion instinctively remarked on the Integration Movement's bombardment, "With ammunition being burned through like this, does Senior Ling Bing have enough stockpiled to keep this up?"
Hearing Dong Zi'an say this, Yu Guanzhi and the others did not know how to answer.
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