"A Red Whisk Ghost, plus one more mark?"
Li Tianming guessed inwardly, And this gray coffin is quite large. Could it be that Little Eight needs its surface completely filled before it can accumulate enough 'momentum of birth'?
That was perfectly normal!
Aside from Little Six expanding its own size and preparing its momentum of birth, every other lifebound beast needed to gather sufficient resources to start from scratch and catch up to Li Tianming's realm and pace in one go.
Of course, Yinghuo was an exception too. When it was born, Li Tianming had truly been dirt poor, without even a hair to his name.
And now, he was already at the minor completion Xu Realm, with an Order City that had eleven towers.
"If Little Eight is going to catch up to this realm in one go, it looks like I'll have to kill quite a few Zhantian God Clan members. I wonder if the Zhantian Divine Que's 'resources' are rich enough!" A cold gleam flashed through Li Tianming's eyes!
Little Eight had already calmed down, while Zhantian Le's Eonic God body and soul had both been severely wounded.
Li Tianming directly collected her many Imperial Heaven-grade Tianyuan divine artifacts, had Weisheng Moran suppress her with the Illusory Palace Shikigami Soul-Suppressing Bell, then brought her toward the Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb!
"Long Qian!" Li Tianming emerged from the Soul-Suppressing Bell and looked ahead.
"All the clansmen have been transferred. They're safe." Within the ruined Fengdu Ghostship, only Long Qian and Weisheng Moran remained.
"Mm!" Li Tianming let out a deep breath of relief.
To him, this was not merely the strength of nine million sentient beings. They were also nine million compatriots trapped in dire straits.
The former was strength; the latter were lives!
If one sought strength