The Lunar Gods were left with their scalps tingling.
They were dazed, confused, terrified—a complete jumble of emotions.
They had arrived for no reason at all, then fled in utter terror.
From beginning to end, their minds had been blank.
The only things they would never forget were Li Tianming's ferocity and the strange humanoid continent below.
"Is this... the Tianyi Continent, the only one bearing a designation?"
From that day onward, it became their nightmare.
Three hundred thousand had come. After that massacre, they had not even encountered the Yanhuang humans, yet at least fifty thousand corpses had already fallen below.
The remaining two hundred and fifty thousand Lunar Gods fled in panic, their faces ashen.
This meant that in this suppression force of four hundred thousand gods, the Yanhuang Continent and the Tianming Dynasty had won!
The pain, frustration, and suffocation that had been pent up for far too long—
Until this moment, they erupted like a raging tide and swallowed the gods.
Li Tianming pursued them upward all the way, killing until he reached the height where the Thousandstar Realm had originally been. Only then did he stop.
That was because at this altitude, although the All-Living Line still existed, the power transmitted through it had already been severed.
That was perfectly normal!
The Yanhuang Continent was full of ordinary cultivators. The fact that their strength could gather within Li Tianming was already a miracle.
Thus, his terrifying "combat amplification" was limited to the boundaries of the Yanhuang Continent.
Once he left that range, the All-Living Line could no longer transmit power, and Li Tianming would return to his original state.
After returning to his original state, he found it difficult to withstand the tremendous consumption of the Ten Thousand Sword Primordial Spirit.
At this point, at