Her seven million Illusory Gods were the final shield before all the warriors. Once that shield broke, it would be time for blades to meet and flesh-and-blood slaughter to begin. Only then would their disadvantage in numbers be magnified!
Before that, the odds of victory were mine!
The longer they dragged this out, the better. There were two waves of reinforcements behind them—the Desolate Devil Race and the Chaos Star Beasts—and Li Tianming's side only grew stronger with every battle. As long as the Illusory Gods did not break, the future would remain in the hands of the An Tian Imperial Manor!
Weisheng Moran was Li Tianming's greatest pillar of support in this war!
"Counting on you!"
Before setting off, Li Tianming grasped her fragrant shoulders and spoke solemnly.
"Don't worry. Seven million Illusory God cultivators stand with me." Weisheng Moran suddenly said playfully.
"Humorous!" Li Tianming laughed loudly.
To the Divine Tomb Cult and the Xiao Clan, this was a joke from hell. But to the millions of warriors present, it was a shot of adrenaline, glory, and faith!
That one sentence alone was enough to make them worship and revere Weisheng Moran, and those emotions would ultimately transfer onto Li Tianming as well!
"Who could have imagined that the two girls this kid sent to the Divine Tomb Cult back then would be so heaven-defying too? It has only been a thousand years... How did they become this powerful?"
Everyone present found it utterly inconceivable.
"How could the Xuanting Emperor and the Divine Tomb Cult Master fail to see how heaven-defying they are? Even now, they remain stubborn and unrepentant, for no reason other than unwillingness to accept it and excessive greed! Relying on their overwhelming power, they bully Li Tianming while he has yet to surpass them...