Li Tianming understood.
Li Wudi, Dongfang Taisheng, and everyone else understood as well.
Shenwu was merely using that heart to control "Tianjiu," or rather, Weisheng Moran.
That snow-white heart in Shenwu's hand was like the key to "Tianjiu." With that sword thrust, all fifty dark green beauty silhouettes suffered heart-piercing agony!
They struggled. They trembled. As though their souls had been torn apart, they could not move.
"Ugh..."
Their gazes scattered as excruciating pain coursed through their bodies. It was as if their bodies had been pinned down, leaving them unable to move.
Everyone thought they would fall here...
But soon!
Amid that heart-piercing agony that ordinary people could never endure, they actually continued moving!
The Illusory Gods around them continued to unfold.
Billions upon billions of Illusory Gods unfurled in overlapping layers, enveloping more Eonic Gods of the Huan Tian Godfolk and devouring and merging with ever more Illusory Gods!
The fifty beauties were of one mind. They all endured the same pain, yet not one of them wished to bow their heads and admit defeat.
Trembling and struggling, they desperately devoured more Eonic Gods of the Huan Tian Godfolk!
"Sisters, endure it! Tianming is still suffering. We cannot admit defeat—we must help him!"
"That's right. Tianming is at death's door. Even if it costs us our lives, we cannot stand by and watch him die..."
"What was mere heart-piercing pain worth?"
"Do you remember back on the Sun? Tianming saved us from the demons' hands, pulled us out of the sea of suffering, and gave us new lives. From that moment on, Tianming became our everything, all that we had..."
"Without Tianming, there would be no us today."
"Even if we die here, we will never let anyone harm Tianming in the slightest!"
"We only hope Tianming can