The Boundless Realm, the Sun battlefield!
Li Tianming piloted the Nine Dragon Imperial Tomb, flying above the five hundred thousand Huan Tian Celestial Clan members.
The world below was vast and ancient, seemingly devoid of a single figure.
"Damn! They're all fighting guerrilla warfare with me!"
The five hundred thousand Huan Tian Celestial Clan members had now scattered like sand, yet once they attacked, they could immediately regroup from scattered pieces into a whole, threatening the Sun's people.
A Tianjun-class world was simply too vast. Li Tianming truly had no way to deal with them.
He could only use the Gluttonous Demon Dragon Breath to bombard them as much as possible.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several stretches of land and sea were obliterated by the Gluttonous Demon Dragon Breath.
Half a day passed. Any place where people were even slightly concentrated had already been swallowed by the Gluttonous Demon Dragon Breath.
The Nine Dragon Imperial Tomb's stellar source power had been consumed considerably.
Using cannons to swat mosquitoes—it was only natural for the efficiency to be low.
Even so, Li Tianming had wiped out roughly twenty to thirty thousand pairs of Huan Tian Celestial Clan members in half a day.
"The greatest effect of my Nine Dragon Imperial Tomb's bombardment is still breaking up their formation, forcing them to scatter even further."
Over on Lin Xiao and Lin Changkong's side, they had spent the past half-day leading the Swordgod Lin Clan in close-quarters slaughter against the Huan Tian Celestial Clan.
Five hundred thousand against two hundred thousand!
With Silver Dust coordinating everything, their advantage had already been established within half a day.
Next came an utterly overwhelming massacre of that portion of the Huan Tian Celestial Clan!
The Huan Tian Celestial Clan could not understand it at all. Their numbers were