But if enough of the Southern Demon Cult's surviving experts surrounded him, even Tang Changsheng would have reason to be wary.
After all, back in the Eastern Glory World, the Purple Dusk Heavenly Court had laid an ambush within the Mysterious Yin Seven Fiends Sky Curtain Grand Formation. Two Yang Spirit True Persons on Eastern Glory's side had fallen, along with seventeen or eighteen Yin Spirits.
With that bitter lesson behind him, Tang Changsheng naturally did not dare grow careless. But he had already used the Three Realms Mirror to inspect the formation and found no such gathering of experts. That left him with no misgivings about the Mysterious Yin Seven Fiends Heavenly Curtain Formation before him.
"Hmph. I have the Netherworld Sacred Coin in hand, along with other Treasured Artifacts to support me. Unless you've hidden five or six experts of my level in this Mysterious Yin Seven Fiends Heavenly Curtain Formation, you can forget about killing me! Let's see whether you actually have that many experts in there..."
Tang Changsheng gave a cold shout and sent the Netherworld Sacred Coin flying.
For a moment, the sky above Hemp Mountain resembled the untreated smokestack of a heavy factory, belching black smoke without end. Then a sudden gale seemed to sweep through, blowing the smoke into broken streams.
In the fleet's command room, Su Rongsheng paced back and forth. Everything that had happened here, along with everything Tang Changsheng had said, had already been reported back home. No response had come from Yu yet.
Besides, Su Rongsheng could not imagine what the authorities back home could do now. Were they really going to order a mushroom cloud?
It seemed Tang Changsheng was the only one they could count on!
"What's happening at Hemp Mountain? Has Mr. Tang made his move?"