Li Tianming could not afford to gamble.
But he had no other choice.
If he could not catch up, then he simply could not catch up.
The Vast Flame Eagle sped onward, pulling farther and farther away from the Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb. The Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb was massive and heavy, its disadvantage magnified all the more.
It was like a black bear chasing an eagle—no matter what, it could not even touch it!
"His Majesty is amazing!"
"Impressive, impressive. That kid can only chase behind and eat dust."
"In the end, he's still too green. All he can do is rage helplessly."
Inside the Vast Flame Eagle, many Sirius ghoul gods laughed.
"Stay calm. This is routine. I've been playing with astralships longer than he has lived a hundred lifetimes. Compete with me?"
The Vast Emperor chuckled.
Having shaken off the Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb, the path ahead was as smooth as a galloping horse. The Sun's magnificent scenery spread out before his eyes.
"How beautiful. It looks far better than Sirius's monotonous white! It is a perfect hunting ground!"
Although other emperors had died in battle, the Vast Emperor was still in an excellent mood after escaping Li Tianming.
As he gazed into the sea of fire ahead, boundless ambition surged in his chest.
"Such a scene demands that I recite a poem!"
On Sirius Flame, the Vast Emperor was known as the Poetry Emperor. Supposedly, he was the most refined man beneath the heavens, capable of composing poems in seven steps, brimming with learning as if he had read five cartloads of books. He was an inheritor of wolf culture, often producing polished prose the moment he opened his mouth, leaving people in admiration.
"Wonderful! A wonderful poem!"
The Sirius ghoul gods hurriedly egged him on