Under those circumstances, never mind that Tang Changsheng had only just become a True Immortal. Even a Qi-Refining Immortal caught in that trap might well perish.
Tang Changsheng had no time to consider anything else. What mattered was preserving the Dragon Court army. No matter how strong one person was, on a battlefield this vast, he was still nothing...
"I'll clear the way! Follow me, and we'll carve a bloody path out!"
As Tang Changsheng spoke, the Yin-Yang Netherworld Sacred Coin, brimming with calamity baleful intent, flew out and became a swirling Yin-Yang fish.
Wherever it passed, both ordinary Criminal Ghosts and the Netherworld Giants imprisoned in Ghost Prison were swept into it along with the baleful flames on their bodies, then ground to dust in the blink of an eye.
In moments, hundreds of Criminal Ghosts had been dragged in and crushed.
Yet Tang Changsheng still failed to open an escape route.
There were simply too many Criminal Ghosts. Almost as soon as a gap appeared, they filled it.
On that vast, shoulder-to-shoulder battlefield, Criminal Ghosts were everywhere.
Even if those at the front feared the Yin-Yang Netherworld Sacred Coin, those behind them had no way of knowing. They only shoved the ones ahead forward.
This is bad...
Tang Changsheng's heart sank again. The situation was even more dangerous than he had imagined.
Just then, several streaks of light flew toward him, and voices called out, "Which of you is True Lord Tang Changsheng?"
Tang Changsheng looked up. Reinforcements! Delighted, he sent the Yin-Yang Netherworld Sacred Coin sweeping through several hundred more Criminal Ghosts before answering, "I am!"
These reinforcements were all formidable. A ring of Round-Light Vision revolved behind each of them, covering an area dozens of yards across.
Any Criminal Ghosts that leaped up and touched those