There were bloodstains on the Blue Dragon Spring too, clearly belonging to the Blue Dragon Emperor.
That shocking color, combined with the chaotic slaughter overturning the battlefield, filled Li Tianming's mind completely with blood-red.
"Leave, now!"
Long Xiqian urged him anxiously.
If they did not leave now, there might not be time later.
The Nine Dragon Emperor Venerable had gone to Prison Dragon Valley and had not returned yet.
Once he joined the battlefield, or even the Sun Divine Palace descended, there would be no fight left to be fought here.
Li Tianming took a deep breath!
At such a life-and-death juncture, not only was it difficult for him to convince himself to become a deserter, but Li Qingyu and Ye Lingfeng's positions also prevented him from directly piloting the Nine Dragon Imperial Burial to flee.
To Li Tianming, surviving alone was worse than dying.
"Foster Father..."
Thinking of the instructions he had given him, he absolutely could not give up now.
Then he thought of the Nine Dragon Emperor Venerable, the Sacred Dragon Emperor, Long Wanying, Yang Ce...
"Tianming!"
Long Xiqian grew even more anxious.
Li Tianming turned back for one look at this bloody, flaming battlefield of Asuras, watching countless divine dragons and soldiers of the Nine Dragon Imperial Army fall, corpses carpeting the ground.
He knew even more clearly that Ye Lingfeng was still struggling at death's door beside Li Qingyu.
Who could save them?!
At the moment the blood on his body, the blood on the Blue Dragon Spring, and all the blood on the battlefield stained the Eastern Emperor Sword and converged upon the nine-colored dragon scale, Li Tianming suddenly heard a summons from the Ancestral Dragon Cave.
"Come in!"
It was as if countless elders were speaking beside his ears.
"Yes!"
Divine light finally