Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft!
He slaughtered his way forward. The Order Cauldron was only so big; there was nowhere to hide.
Most of them had already been afflicted by the Evernight Curse and Three Souls Demonic Sound. Even if Li Tianming did not kill them, they were nearly crippled on their own.
Moon God Clan members at the first or second level of Stepping Heaven could not withstand Yinghuo's Heaven-Burning Feather Blades.
Neither could their totemic gods withstand Miaomiao and Lanhuang.
"Waaah!"
"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"
Such miserable cries and wails grew fewer and fewer.
Until, at last, over a thousand corpses fell within the Order Cauldron.
They included Prince Fengyue, seven city lords, and the core experts among these hundred thousand divine beings.
Those left outside were basically below the third level of Stepping Heaven.
The thousand or so people Li Tianming had covered inside the Order Cauldron were already all dead.
In the darkness, no one screamed or wept anymore.
No matter how much blood stained the Eastern Emperor Sword, it could not be wiped clean.
Li Tianming closed his eyes once.
When he looked back, Yinghuo, Miaomiao, Lanhuang, and Xianxian were all beside him.
They were exhausted and injured, yet they had always remained by his side, sharing life and death with him.
Amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood, one man and four beasts met each other's gazes, their tacit understanding forged through countless brushes with death.
"I'm so tired... It hurts so much," Xianxian said aggrievedly.
"You've worked hard, Xianxian. Unfortunately, the battle isn't over yet." Li Tianming shook his head with a bitter smile.
Had they won?
Of course not.
There were ninety thousand people outside. It was not merely that they had numbers—each one of them could inflict fatal