"What are you doing? You're ruining our formation!"
A million Ancient Nether Imperial Clan members glared furiously at Li Tianming.
"What formation?" Li Tianming raised a brow.
"The neat arrangement!" they said.
"You, plagiarized, my, personality!" countless silver bugs raged.
"Plagiarize my ass!"
"Stop arguing!" Li Tianming looked speechlessly at the crowd before him and shouted, "Tell me, why did you bring me here? Didn't you say you were giving me a grand gift? Hand it over, then!"
"I'm not giving it to you anymore. I'm going to beat you up and vent my anger!" the Ancient Nether Imperial Clan roared.
"???"
The next moment, the million Ancient Nether Imperial Clan members compressed their density and shrank their bodies, each becoming roughly the size of a Hellfiend. Their tofu-like bodies finally became tough.
They were not Starsea Giants, so although they looked enormous, they were actually hollow.
But now, they posed some threat to Li Tianming.
Even if each individual threat was relatively small, they had sheer numbers on their side!
A million Ancient Nether Imperial Clan specters!
Buzz!
They rose into the air one by one, forming a densely packed encirclement that trapped Li Tianming and Weisheng Moran inside!
Li Tianming actually wanted to see whether Little Six could control them into speaking, but could it control them in battle as well?
A million people!
Making a million people say the same thing and making a million people fight were fundamentally different concepts.
Speaking was the same action.
It was repetitive!
But in battle, everyone stood in different positions, possessed different strengths, wielded different levels of power, had different body structures, and attacked in different directions. Clearly, the latter required far more difficult control and allocation on the soul level, dividing a million people into different tiers!
"It really