This was the death festival of the star-sea giants!
After killing the last Eonic God he could catch, Li Tianming looked out, and the entire Ninefold Hell Star seemed to tremble because of him.
Some still escaped, beginning to spread his evil name. All the Zhan Tian Divine Clan Eonic Gods imprisoned within this Myriad-Eon-level world were bound to be panic-stricken.
"Even the Nine-Hell War God would find it difficult to kill so many top-tier Eonic Gods in such a short time..."
In a place of this level, with the doors shut to kill dogs on this star, who wouldn't be afraid?
The entire Ninefold Hell Star immediately entered an unprecedented state of combat readiness. In a short time visible to the naked eye, countless stellar guardian barriers had already been activated!
Boom!
Li Tianming landed beside an Astral God Origin.
It was the Little Hell King!
He was not dead yet. Suppressing the shock in his heart, he said to Li Tianming in an incomparably grim, grief-stricken tone, "No matter who you are, on the territory of the Eight Gods, you have committed the gravest error in history. What awaits you will be the heaviest punishment since time immemorial!"
"The gravest error?" Li Tianming gripped the Eastern Emperor Sword in both hands and pressed it against that sphere, saying coldly, "What does this even count as? It's only a drop in the ocean of our rage, just enough to give you a taste first. The exciting show is still to come."
"What nonsense are you spouting? With only yourself, you still want to dismantle the Upper Star Ruins' structure?" the Little Hell King sneered.
"Sorry, but I'm not alone!"
After Li Tianming spoke, the Eastern Emperor Sword suddenly plunged down, piercing through the Little Hell King's Astral God Origin.