They had not disappointed Li Tianming.
Ye Lingfeng was hard to judge for the moment, but Li Qingyu had saved herself, broken free from the calamity of the ancient god bloodline, and even brought Yu Ziqian back. This was absolutely tremendous news.
To take them away, Li Tianming had made precise calculations.
He used Nine Dragons Divine Refinement to force back "Wushen." This time, he dove down, smashing aside a great number of Nether Legion ghostfiends and colliding with the dark storm surging upward from below.
"Xiaofeng!"
Li Tianming saw him—saw Li Qingyu in his palm, and Shuo Yue flying beside him.
Less than one-tenth of the miniature stellar source power in the Nine Dragons Imperial Burial remained. If Ye Lingfeng and the others had returned any later, Li Tianming would definitely have died first on Sirius Frost.
"Thank heavens, thank my little sister for pulling through, thank Xiaofeng..."
In the past, it had always been Li Tianming alone turning the tide. This time, no matter what, the two of them had been a huge help.
Aside from Ye Lingfeng's condition being difficult to determine, Li Tianming was happy for them from the bottom of his heart. At the very least, they themselves had no regrets.
He dove down, opened the gates of the Nine Dragons Imperial Burial, and charged toward Ye Lingfeng!
"Get in, quickly!"
As long as they were all safe, if Li Tianming piloted the Nine Dragons Imperial Burial with the sole intention of fleeing, it would actually become easier.
Buzz!
Buzz!
Behind both sides, large numbers of Sirius ghostfiends were pursuing them.
Behind the Nine Dragons Imperial Burial, tens of millions of black spider threads shot toward them, like countless giant heavenly tentacles.
Fortunately, the Imperial Burial was fast!
"Brother!"
Li Tianming had already heard Li