Wisps of black vapor squeezed into the trembling plane and slowly drifted through the cabin. Everyone's face turned ashen. They saw no chance of escape.
Just then, Tang Changsheng suddenly woke. More precisely, his Yin Spirit had returned to his body.
He frowned slightly and immediately grasped his situation. He could even see countless fine strands of black vapor already seeping into the cabin.
"Heaven-Earth Baleful Force... Hmph..."
Other cultivators—even the surviving masters of the Southern Demon Cult, even Youxu True Person—would have been helpless against such Heaven-Earth Baleful Force. They would have fled it as fast as they could.
The negative force of Heaven, Earth, and humanity was simply too powerful for a Yin Spirit to withstand. Even an ordinary Yang Spirit True Person would barely have been able to protect himself in these circumstances.
But who was Tang Changsheng? He would not claim his cultivation was without equal, yet the number and quality of his Treasured Artifacts surpassed even those of ordinary Immortal Sects.
An Immortal Sect's treasures were the accumulated wealth of an entire sect. Tang Changsheng carried all of his on him.
And as it happened, one Treasured Artifact in his possession was the perfect counter to the baleful forces of Heaven, Earth, and humanity.
It was, of course, the Netherworld Sacred Coin!
Tang Changsheng spun the Netherworld Sacred Coin on his fingertip. At once, all the baleful force inside and outside the plane surged into it, leaving none behind.
"Mr. Tang? How is the County Princess?"
When the yin baleful force had wrapped around the Transport Plane, the whole aircraft had been thrown into chaos. Even Fan Wan'er had been hurled from her seat.
Tang Changsheng helped her up. Fan Wan'er shook her head. "I'm fine..."
As a member of Great Chu's Imperial Family, she