"The Hunters' chief had been caught in a pincer attack by my adoptive father and Old Lin. There was no suspense left."
It was said that the Hunters' chief was exceedingly mysterious, formless and traceless, a member of some enigmatic clan from another realm, with a background comparable to the Dark Clan or the Huan Tian Divine Clan.
"Even so, within my Yanhuang Guardian Formation, he still couldn't escape even with wings."
This great "hunt" was already entering its final cleanup!
The balance had long been shattered!
The remaining Hunters' astralships were under attack from even more Yanhuang Fiends.
Li Tianming did not go join the excitement on Lin Xiaodao and Li Wudi's battlefield.
He piloted the battered Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb down from the sky, passed through the Yanhuang Guardian Formation, and returned to the Sun's surface.
Flying over the newly formed land of verdant mountains, he could see the skies filled with falling astralship wreckage, along with vast numbers of Hunters' astral gods fleeing downward.
People and wreckage rained down like a storm.
"It's as though they're offering gifts for the rebirth of the Yanhuang Imperial Star!"
How profound and prosperous this former Imperial Heaven–grade world had once been was already apparent from these scattered clues.
The Yanhuang Guardian Formation and the Swordgod Star ruins were both relics of the Yanhuang Imperial Star.
Of course, there was also the Yanhuang Coffin.
"My Imperial Providence has already grown to its limit. If it could transform into order, today's war might have brought me fresh gains."
What a pity!
Still, having achieved such a great victory, Li Tianming's heart was filled with excitement and exhilaration.
"There!"
Piloting the nine-headed dragon over the Sun's new mountains and seas, he finally found the black dragon tail of the Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb