Wang Teng's Confidence

Little Red spread her wings and flew toward the distance.

At the same time, within the Five Prefectures of the Human Race, more than a dozen figures tore through space and rushed toward Black Sand Prefecture.

Some leaped out from underground, some burst out of the sea, and some crawled out from beneath their own graves—each one stranger than the last.

"Boss, we're here."

Half an hour later, Little Red halted in midair. Looking at the enormous canyon before them, she spoke.

Ye Lin, meanwhile, looked toward Toutian at his side. Toutian nodded calmly.

He did not dare release his divine sense to investigate now. If those three discovered them and ran away, that would be troublesome.

"Have your people arrived yet?"

Ye Lin turned to ask the three behind him. Just as he finished speaking, the space around the canyon shattered one after another, and figures stepped out from the spatial rifts.

"Everyone, set up the formation."

Zhao Huaian and Zhao Huaiping spoke at the same time, while Leng Ning nodded toward several women in the distance.

"Then let's set up the Heaven-Shrouding Grand Formation."

The dozen or so figures exchanged glances and nodded one after another.

Originally, they had barely had any dealings with one another. But now, often a single look was enough for the other party to understand.

There was no need to question the comprehension abilities of Spirit Transformation True Persons.

The Heaven-Shrouding Grand Formation was a large-scale control formation. Moreover, this formation was already common as dirt; anyone of any standing had heard of it.

As long as one had even a little cultivation, they would know it.

Though common as dirt, this formation was unexpectedly useful.

"Begin setting up the formation."

With that, the dozen or so Spirit Transformation True Persons began arranging