Chapter 3879 - Three Divine Races
"You're right." Tianming nodded. Even though they could give up on Starmoon Haven any time they wanted, they couldn't abandon the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb at any cost. It served as their fundamental mobile base of operations. Moran and many other cosmic god essences were still in there.
He gave it some thought and asked, "Will you be fine?"
"I'll just keep running. What's there to worry about? Mo Tu and the other second-level cosmic gods won't be able to capture me as long as the formation is suppressing them. The only worry is that ashura's nova wildbeast," Long Xing said.
"Alright." It was risky, but it would be even riskier if Long Xing stayed with them. "If things get messy, I'll direct all the formation's power toward protecting you."
"Yeah. As long as they keep pursuing me, some among their ranks will inevitably fall behind. You can use the formation to create some good opportunities. Our main targets are the two starlords, right?" Long Xing looked at the approaching ships.
"Yes. We need the astralguard formation cores of Wargod and Wondersky Havens. The starlords, Mo Tu and Tong Zhi, have them. The key to saving our kind in their worlds is killing them!" The others weren't that important, even if there was nothing wrong with thinning their numbers. They could even provide bonus loot.
"Keep your guard up and maybe create some fake openings for them. If they realize they have no hope of getting anything done at all, they might wait until they have enough reinforcements. It's only going to get more troublesome," Long Xing said. The plan would focus all the risk on him, but if they could create the right opportunities to exploit, they could probably deal with all of the Midsky Tristars in one fell swoop.
"Alright. Stay safe!"
"Don't worry. My dream is to conquer the astral seas with you. I won’t let this fortuna-class world be where I breathe my last."
"Now that's promising!"
Right then, the powerful elites on the enemy side left their ships. The starlord of Wondersky Haven, Tong Zhi, appeared as two gigantic infants. Their eerie smiles creepily contrasted against their two-hundred-meter-tall infant physiques. Their heads alone looked bigger than the average cosmic god essence. They were second-level cosmic gods, unaccompanied by anyone weaker. They had only sent their best and had no intention of letting anyone weaker get killed.
From the other ship emerged four people, three of whom were second-level specter cosmic gods and one humanoid ashura that stood three hundred meters tall, shrouded in black mist. A crescent moon marked the center of his brow, highlighting the hellish aura coming from his eyes.
"That one's quite the looker. A specter from the Virtue Pantheon, eh?" Long Xing said, pointing at one of them. "Don't you think devas often have amazing figures?"