He led Yinghuo and the others, led thirty million Chaos Ghosts, roaring and howling as they locked onto the Xiao Clan's entire two million members!
"An imperial clan, with a legacy spanning ten thousand generations?"
Li Tianming raised an eyebrow, his voice grand and resounding. "I alone will slaughter your entire clan. That will be enough!"
The battlefield before the An Heavenly Emperor Manor was undergoing an urgent cleanup, while the Xiao Clan battlefield at the rear had received the support of An Dingtian and White Wind. It was time to wrap this one up as well!
Compared with the hot-blooded battle at the front, this rear battlefield was far more bizarre, brutal, and chilling. When the Xiao Clan warriors were utterly swallowed by the Chaos Ghosts, every one of them fell into the deepest terror!
"One person destroying an entire clan?"
This horrifying reality was like a nightmare in broad daylight, already coiling around every Xiao Clan warrior's neck like a venomous snake, suffocating them completely!
As their hearts faced Li Tianming in terror and despair, they began to tear apart bit by bit!
Kill!
Kill!
Within the An Heavenly Emperor Manor, after unimaginable upheavals swept through the two battlefields, both began to collapse out of balance. Li Tianming's side had completely suppressed this so-called seven-million-strong army, carrying out an overwhelming massacre!
For every Illusory God cultivator who died, Weisheng Moran gained another measure of strength!
Bloodshed, fervor, faith, thunderous explosions... On this colossal cosmic battlefield, Eonic Gods hundreds of thousands of meters tall—and even tens of millions of meters tall—were shattered every moment. Tens of thousands of years of bitter cultivation vanished into silence. The cruelty of war was displayed here in all its dripping, vivid fullness!
Of course, even though both battlefields were at a disadvantage, after