This time, facing the allied forces of the five divine races, Li Tianming had pushed his pre-battle preparations to the absolute limit.
First, he had swiftly captured ten billion vanguard troops as hostages, forcing back the two Heavenly Emperors. Then he had ventured deep into the two Imperial Stars, compelling Luori and Yunxing to withdraw their armies.
By this point, he had already cut away half the combat strength of the Eonic God army that the five divine races had sent out in full force to suppress him!
What he had not expected was that the Motian, Sin, and Morality Divine Races would still dare to press onward under such circumstances, assuming an air of determination to fight him to the death.
"Looks like they truly hate me to the bone."
The Eight Gods were an alliance. Now, only three races were attacking, and they still had to fight to the death to take down Li Tianming. Would that really do them any good?
"The only explanation is that they're desperate after losing, their blood has rushed to their heads." Li Wudi chuckled.
"Possible." Li Tianming nodded.
The Eight Gods were far too arrogant. In their eyes, Li Tianming and the Primeval Hengsha had both been ants they could crush beneath one foot. Before, they had lacked a passageway; once it opened, they had only planned to crush them outright... Who could have expected those ants to open their bloody maws and bite their legs crippled?
At any rate, according to Silver Dust, the Yunxing Divine Race and the Yan Heavenly Emperor had argued fiercely before leaving.
"An alliance is an alliance. Once conflicts of interest arise, they want to be of one heart and one mind? Dream on!"
Li Tianming had seized upon each race's traits and weaknesses, breaking