The Fushen Clan were desperadoes with nowhere to run, capable only of ruthlessness, while the Nine Dragons Imperial Army had dragon souls guarding their bodies!
Though this generation's Xuanyuan Dragon Sect was not especially flourishing, as a divine dragon clan with a long inheritance, the culture passed down by their ancestors contained too much of the broad spirit of defending their homeland and protecting the weak.
All of it had fused into their bloodline, giving them a profound hatred for invasion and trampling.
Different beliefs meant everything was different.
Li Tianming saw the strength in their hearts!
His eyes turned bloodshot with excitement.
Ever since he was young, he had been an emotional person. He believed that abundant emotion was the foundation of a person.
At this moment, he formed a soul-shaking resonance with all those fighting desperately across the battlefield just to survive.
He truly realized that only when his spirit fused with the spirits of those behind him, those who supported him and regarded him as their hope, was he a true sovereign!
"So, during this stretch of time, my sentient lines have increased faster than when I killed Li Tianyi and the others."
One charge, ten million!
Of the forty million Imperial Tomb troops he had brought, nearly half now resonated with his spirit.
Some of the Fushen Clan had also become utterly devoted to Li Tianming.
"Strike while the iron is hot!"
He let out a low roar, still charging forward atop Lanhuang.
This time, his ultimate goal was—
"Kill the War Venerable, crush the War God Clan, and thereby deal a true heavy blow to the sixty million Divine Palace troops!"
Standing atop Lanhuang, he gazed into the distance!
Before him lay a golden ocean, where the War God Clan had gathered in their greatest