This was also what made Li Tianming the most nervous!
"Right now, the Sun Palace army has been badly crippled. The dead are dead, the fleeing have fled, and the rest are still being slaughtered. The Sun Palace probably only has two or three more Palace Wraths left..."
Without question, this war had reached its most brutal and nerve-racking final moment.
If they only counted what had happened so far, the Fushen Clan had undoubtedly won a great victory, while the Order Celestial Clan had once again tasted a crushing defeat comparable to the battle of Myriad Dragon Sacred Mountain!
On the ground battlefield, the advantage of Li Tianming's Imperial Tomb army had already become unstoppable!
The Sun Palace army had begun fleeing in panic, a miserable sight to behold.
However, the true ending still depended on the Sun Emperor!
Before the final Palace Wraths, Li Tianming could only have most of the Imperial Tomb army stop their pursuit and join in protecting the formation. As long as the formation remained, the Fushen Clan would remain.
"Hold on!"
"Hold on through the last two or three attacks, and we'll have won completely!"
"Fushen Clan brothers, hold on!"
The Sun Palace was still frantically gathering power, showing that the Sun Emperor had not given up even now.
To be honest, his obsessive desire to shatter the formation, his relentless attacks one after another, had also pinned him in place, leaving Li Tianming on the ground battlefield unchecked and free to grow wildly.
But there was no helping it. Other than him, no one could control the Sun Palace.
This was his dead end!
"Your Majesty—"
At this moment, billions upon billions of living beings drew a deep breath, ready to endure the Sun Emperor's final fury.
The Nine Nether Fushen Formation