The sudden turn of events caught Da Ming and Er Ming completely off guard.
After all, if possible, neither wanted to carry out the task Tang San had assigned them so soon. It essentially meant Wang Dong was one step closer to having her sentience erased and being devoured as a fragment of memory.
The problem was that Tang San could not wait any longer.
Judging by the scraps Da Ming and Er Ming had heard from Tang San, something seemed to have gone somewhat wrong with the ten-thousand-year plan he had originally sworn was certain to succeed.
Every step Tang San had carefully calculated had run into a problem.
First was the Martial Soul Fusion Skill he had prepared early on. Because Huo Yuhao's team had been eliminated from the Freshman Competition at lightning speed, neither of the two had felt any anxiety about their combat strength, and they still had not unlocked it by their second year.
This cost him the crucial opportunity to slip his divine sense silently into the Child of Fortune's Sea of Consciousness while their Soul Power blended together like milk and water, and wipe out this world's remaining will to resist.
He had not even found an opportunity to lie in wait there and find a chance to eliminate the extraterrestrial divine sense whose arrival he had not anticipated.
This gave Tang San quite a headache. To him, his greatest concerns had never been the Child of Fortune, who knew nothing of the truth of the world, but the will of the world that continued to stop him from secretly prying into the Douluo Continent, and the extraterrestrial divine sense that had entered the Child of Fortune's Sea of Consciousness by chance.
Tang San knew all too well just how much power a