This battle required no one to specially rally anyone.
The blazing atmosphere and fierce confrontation across the arena would naturally propel Li Tianming forward!
The Divine Tomb Cult despised him!
Meanwhile, every clan of the Mystic Court—whether ghosts and gods or humans, imperial clans or otherwise—regarded him as their final hope.
This was no longer a matter of the Nine-Five Supreme. It was nearly unanimous support. Even ghosts and gods such as Prince Zang and Princess Mo were backing Li Tianming!
Only a scant few—An Xuetian, Mu Dongli and their descendants, along with several people such as the Witch Secretary Divine Official—were wishing for Li Tianming to die in this match.
There were very, very few such people!
Although the various Mystic Court clans had fewer people present, they were all gathered atop the Divine Emperor Heavenly Terrace, tightly clustered together. Naturally, they could lend Li Tianming stronger support, not even weaker than the frenzied cries for Divine Evil from the other side!
"Brother Tianming, win once more for the Mystic Court!"
Ye Yushu's voice was drowned beneath the tidal roar, yet Li Tianming heard it with incomparable clarity.
Perhaps it was the purest, cleanest, most unwavering voice in the entire arena.
Sincerity was a killing move.
Its impact on Li Tianming's heart was immense.
It seems people haven't lost faith in me because of Ye Yichen's defeat.
On the contrary, now that I'm the only one they can count on to hold their heads high, there's even less reason for them to doubt me. In the face of humiliation and suppression, they are truly heart-to-heart with me!
Li Tianming understood this clearly.
All of it was good for him!
Everything he did would be branded into the spectators' hearts and determine their future choices.
The Origin Soul Spring, Supreme