Outside the Vermilion Bird Star Hell.
Countless Eonic Gods were fired up, their blood boiling as voices roared like a tidal wave.
One after another, they looked eagerly toward Li Tianming, watching him charge forward with his sword toward the blood-red hell where the Preface Master stood.
Jiang Qingluan and the others also watched with expectant expressions.
On the Vermilion Bird Star Hell battlefield, whether it was the Celestial Emperor-level battlefield or the grassroots battlefield of the Heavenly Eonic Army, they had already won a sweeping victory.
Next, if they could deal with the Preface Master, the entire World of Disorder would know peace under heaven!
However!
Just as Li Tianming rushed inside, he discovered that the blood-red figure, a full two hundred thousand meters tall, was actually retreating!
The Preface Master stood more than twice as tall as Li Tianming. Even Li Muyang and the Celestial Son looked like children before him.
Yet now, he actually looked as though he intended to withdraw!
The moment Li Tianming entered, he saw the Preface Master's pair of bloody eyes glance down at him from above with absolute indifference!
"Li Tianming, today, you may seem to have won, but in truth, you lost terribly!"
The Preface Master's blood-red figure, two hundred thousand meters tall, gave Li Tianming a deep look, then rapidly departed amid booming laughter.
This scene left Li Tianming somewhat stunned.
Beside him, Li Muyang and the Celestial Son watched the retreating Preface Master and frowned.
"What kind of idiot was that? Lost terribly? I'd say you're the one who lost terribly!" Yinghuo immediately popped out, wearing a look of utter contempt as he fiercely raised his middle finger toward the direction where the Preface Master had vanished.
"Exactly. We didn't lose anything at all, so what the hell did