The Eonic Army and the spectators outside all turned to look at those Ancient-Suppressing Eonic Gods. Every one of them was pale-faced; some still maintained their cosmic star signs, but even those seemed dim... Clearly, they were utterly exhausted!
"Is Li Tianming dead or not?"
Everyone looked over in unison, eyes wide.
Just then, the seven Moon Spirit imperial sons also withdrew from the battlefield. Their expressions were visibly even worse. Even the strongest among them, Yue Linggan and Yue Lingkun, had pale faces, clearly having expended too much!
"Uh..."
A sense of foreboding rose in everyone's hearts.
At that moment, the dust on the battlefield dispersed. Countless people peered inside, only to see Li Tianming sitting where he was, stretching lazily. Not a single hair on his body had been harmed.
It was as though he had merely taken an afternoon nap. He raised his head to look at this group of enemies who could hardly accept it, then said flatly, "Have you had enough? My turn next."
The seventh-ranked Yue Linggen gritted his teeth and sneered. "You merely put on a turtle shell. With your ancestors protecting you, your defense is indeed unsolvable, but don't put on an act here!"
"What ancestors? Those are your great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers."
After Li Tianming spoke, Eonic God power surged across his body.
"Lock him down. Don't let him reach the crowd," Yue Linggan said coldly.
Once Li Tianming slipped into the crowd, he would definitely try to flee amid the chaos.
They had long known that Tianji Star would be troublesome to deal with. They only wanted to rest a little, then lock Li Tianming down and beat him again and again. They could persist for ten years, a hundred years—after all, they had all the time in the world!
Whoosh!