That surging laughter swept across the battlefield, casting a shadow directly over the hearts of every Myriad Sects warrior.
"Come, kill me! Come!"
He pointed at his "golden head."
"Cut off my head, and you win. You avenge your hatred. Come!"
This was his true nature. Standing at such heights, the more shameless he became, the more maddening he was.
None of this left Li Tianming any path of retreat!
To be honest, Li Tianming had never considered a retreat. History was an unstoppable torrent. Pushed into this position, bearing the will of the Myriad Sects and the hatred of his father's murder, he had no choice but to fight to the death.
"Do it! Beat this bastard to death! Really, only after we get through this calamity can the sky be high enough for birds to fly freely!" Yinghuo gritted his teeth. This was actually the calmest he had ever been. The pressure from the Sun Emperor constantly told him that this opponent was terrifying.
A deadly threat!
"If killing him means I can rest for a long time, then this Meow will risk his life."
Miaomiao was no longer joking either. He was a madman in battle. At this moment, he revealed the body of the Chaos Emperor Devil, black-and-white lightning entwining around him, making him look utterly ferocious.
Li Tianming pursed his lips.
He turned back to glance at Weisheng Moran and said, "If things go wrong, leave first. Don't throw your life away for nothing. After all, you still carry so many sisters within you. They have suffered too much. They deserve to enjoy life."
"They said they are willing to die by your side."
Weisheng Moran's face was slightly pale, but she spoke those words with the greatest conviction.
"..."
Li Tianming said no more.