Twenty-seven against one—how was he supposed to fight that?
A whole crowd of peak geniuses from the Celestial Dao Mysterious Clan had come charging in with murderous momentum. Many of those who had remained until now were likely not far behind Yan Wuming and Ying. Three such people would have been enough. No matter how heaven-defying Li Tianming was, under normal circumstances, he could not change his fate of being eliminated.
"Of course, being eliminated means nothing to me. With the strength I've displayed in this Huan Tian Realm record, there's absolutely no way I could remain until the end. Elimination is elimination, but I have to make it spectacular. I have to leave a deep impression on the myriad races of the starry sky and conquer the Violetglory Star..."
He was already marked red, surrounded by enemy geniuses. How could there possibly be an easy way to stand out?
Most likely, he would be executed the instant they met!
The crimson name above his head dripped blood. Li Tianming frowned, gazing coldly into the distance at the rapidly approaching "red tide."
"My greatest advantage is that these twenty-seven people don't know me yet. They don't know I defeated Yan Wuming and Ying either. They'll only see me as an ordinary disciple 'outside the Celestial Dao Mysterious Clan.' So their first wave of attacks will be relatively lax. They may only casually send a few people!"
The twenty-seven of them would never swarm him all at once. After all, there were always ranks among them. Disciples of higher standing, such as those from the Celestial God Group, definitely would not take part in such a degrading task as "cleansing outsiders."
That was Li Tianming's opportunity.
He could indeed see that although all twenty-seven were heading in this direction, some were