"Lanhuang, help me!" Li Tianming roared.
"Coming!"
In an instant, Li Tianming's words were broadcast across the battlefield by Lanhuang's booming voice!
"Army of the Myriad Sects, heed my command! Form defensive formations, contract inward, and escort the ten billion of our people in retreat! We will hold out until the very end! I'm not dead yet! All those who survive will be the hope of the Myriad Sects as well. Everyone, don't give up—"
To be honest, if words like these had come from the Sacred Dragon Emperor, they would have had no effect.
But when all living beings under heaven heard Li Tianming personally issuing commands, the hope and hot blood that suddenly surged in their hearts steadied them at the very point of collapse!
No one doubted his performance today.
It was simply that the enemy had exceeded all imagination!
After fleeing, he had returned once more, proving that he had not abandoned the Myriad Sects, proving that he was not afraid of death!
This was immensely important.
Everyone realized that they had not been abandoned.
"He's still alive!"
"He's still alive—"
Quite a few wept hot tears. As they looked about in confusion, they picked up their weapons again. Once they did, they found countless others just like themselves!
"At the very least, give the young people a chance to retreat—let them live!"
"If we don't resist now, are we just going to let ten billion people die here?!"
"Li Tianming has gone to the front. Follow him!"
A king who led from the front would never earn people's scorn. Only a foolish ruler who hid in the rear, terrified of death, would disappoint them.
To be placed in the land of death and then rise to life was what inspired admiration.
To be honest, the