Seeing the Gate of Xiwa's Hell in Li Tianming's chest still continuously spewing out vast numbers of Chaos Wraiths, An Xuetian was utterly horrified, completely unable to speak.
Yet her heart was also wildly overjoyed, because she had every reason to believe that Li Tianming could definitely hold back these two million Xiao Clan rebels and stop them from slaughtering the An Clan's young and old.
As long as they could keep them pinned down, the death warriors on the An Clan's front-line battlefield would have a chance to fight the five million Illusory God cultivators of the Mu Xue Line to the bitter end!
The Tomb of Gods Cult had deployed seven million Illusory God troops to swallow an An Clan that seemed so tiny before them.
With more than four times the military strength and combat power, they had instead been held off by the An Clan and Li Tianming... Who could have imagined it?
Previously, the Feng Clan, Shen Clan, Jian Clan, and Lei Clan, who had wanted to come to their aid, had all believed that the An Clan could not possibly hold out until reinforcements arrived.
There had been absolutely no possibility of it, which was why they had switched sides and retreated!
"If they knew the An Clan's current situation, if they had just a little patience to wait, would they have come to help?"
Thinking of that question, An Xuetian could only feel it was tragic.
Their An Clan was still fighting in a bloody battle, yet their fellow countrymen among Xuanting's Ten Directions Emperors had cast them aside like a lizard's tail at the very first moment!
"With him here, and people like An Luan, our An Clan definitely still has hope!"
An Xuetian's sorrow immediately turned into excitement. Snow-white flames lit