If the Demon Infant had not fled, Li Tianming would have been unable to hold on much longer.
Fusing the Magma Dragon Realm Core had inflicted enormous damage upon his astral god body. Throughout all that time, he had been fighting while wounded. Every single star particle within him, shaped like an Order Relic, was in a damaged state!
He had held on purely through willpower, the momentum of the sun, and the will of the masses. Anyone else would likely have been left lying there.
In fact, not merely lying there—they would have failed to fuse with the Realm Core completely and perished as their entire body split apart.
This gamble with his life had been a nine-deaths-one-life ordeal. Fortunately, he had finally held back the Dream Infant Realm King and forcibly dragged the sun, which had been doomed beyond redemption, back from the storm of destruction.
Perhaps only those around Li Tianming knew what kind of peril he had endured over the past two quarters of an hour.
That was precisely why, when the Demon Infant suffered heavy damage and fled, they were so overwhelmed with joy that they burst into tears.
Driving it away before he fell unconscious and severely wounding the enemy was already the best possible outcome!
This meant that in this nation-founding war, Li Tianming had already shattered the last winning trump card of the Demon-Slaying Army!
The instant the Demon Infant fled, trillions upon trillions of people within the Heavenly Palace Divine Realm erupted in earthshaking cheers. Their voices formed waves that swept across the entire sun and surged toward the heavens. This fervor from the depths of their hearts, this faith in their emperor—even though most of the sun's citizens were not astral gods—their voices could still inflict a terrifying tremor upon