In this battle, the forty million Imperial Tomb Army Li Tianming had brought also suffered enormous losses.
Countless soldiers had perished in a foreign land just like that!
In this brutal war, there had been no true victors. Those fortunate enough to survive could only stare at their comrades' corpses, their hearts still filled with grief and rage.
They had sacrificed themselves, slaughtered forty million enemy troops, protected the Fushen Clan's foundations, and spared this ancient clan, passed down through countless years, from the tragedy of even its old, weak, women, and children being exterminated.
To Myriad Sects and the Fushen Clan, their merits were immeasurable.
And at this moment, even the surviving Imperial Tomb Army still lived beneath the shadow of the Sun Emperor and the Sun Palace.
The formation shattered, and daylight returned!
At this critical moment, every decision Li Tianming made was of utmost importance.
Logically, they had now bought the Fushen Clan time to flee. If the Imperial Tomb Army could return to the Nine Dragon Imperial Tomb, that would have been the best outcome.
But!
From the looks of it, that was clearly no longer possible. If these tens of millions of people crowded into the Nine Dragon Imperial Tomb, creating a "pileup of personnel," it would only make it easier for the Sun Palace to use its remaining miniature stellar source power and wipe them out in one fell swoop.
"Don't be fooled by how little stellar source power the Sun Palace has left. If we gather together, even one small-scale Wrath of the Divine Palace from them could cause massive casualties among us."
In that flash of lightning and spark, Li Tianming had to make a choice.
He had no choice but to take a helpless path!
That was—
Temporarily disbanding the Imperial