Want to hide? You couldn't!
Want to chase him? You couldn't catch him!
This was undoubtedly a vicious cycle.
How could they provoke the Eight Gods?
For Li Tianming, all he had to do was kill. The more people died, the greater the provocation.
"These eight clans have been cosmic overlords for far too long. They simply don't like being provoked like this. Just a little spark, and their brains will burn up..."
Thus, Li Tianming's trio of united spouses, together with Silver Dust, achieved efficiency so outrageous it defied reason.
In the blink of an eye, a year passed!
Li Tianming killed, paused, and kept changing locations. Between the three of them, they had slaughtered nearly a hundred thousand talented Eonic Gods of the Eight Gods!
Even if most of those hundred thousand had been low-level Eonic Gods, unable to withstand a single sword from them now, that was still a number that made the entire Eight Gods bleed!
The one who deserved the greatest credit was actually Silver Dust. Without Silver Dust, Li Tianming would have been a headless fly. Forget killing anyone—he would have been led around by the nose by the enemy.
Any other trio probably could not have achieved such results!
Of those hundred thousand kills, at least ninety-nine thousand of the credit truly belonged to Silver Dust.
Therefore, this had little to do with the Eight Gods being weak. At the root of it all, Silver Dust was simply too heaven-defying. Every step had precisely calculated the balance of strength and timing, using Li Tianming like a tool without making a single mistake.
If those hundred thousand Eonic Gods had swarmed him all at once, Li Tianming absolutely would not have been able to withstand them.
But if he killed a few dozen a