Far away in the dark void star ruins, within the gap between two cosmic warships.
"Held on?"
Silver Dust's real-time report finally let Li Tianming breathe a sigh of relief amid this unexpected crisis.
The performance of An Ning, Lin Xiaoxiao, and Weisheng Moran at this critical moment gave Li Tianming a reassuring dose of confidence.
He was very glad that, because he had prioritized protecting the people and the legions, he had not taken Weisheng Moran with him. Otherwise, without her defensive system on the Divine Tomb Cult battlefield, one setback in battle would have thrown everything into chaos!
"With An Ning as the banner commanding the entire army, Little Fish holding the field, and Xiao Xiao fighting those powerful Otherworldly Creatures... this is truly my greatest fortune!"
Equally fortunate was that, when the power of his people had declined, Zi Zhen was still by his side, sharing life and death with him.
Li Tianming turned to look at the purple-haired, icy girl beside him, whose eyes held not the slightest fear, and sighed inwardly. With them here, my path is not a lonely one!
"Hehe."
Before the erected dark tombstone of the Divine Tomb warship, the Divine Tomb Cult Master stood nearly sixty million meters tall, proving that he was indeed a sixth-rank Destiny Zenith Eonic God, truly unrivaled in Xuanting!
At this moment, his eyes churned with black mist as he watched Li Tianming and Zi Zhen with a teasing gaze, laughing coldly.
"The three-party wedding and the An Clan's two counterattacks—three scenes in all—allowed you and a group of equally miraculous women to turn the tables from the brink of death, forcibly costing me ninety percent of my capital... A miracle like yours, boy, has never even been recorded in the history of the Main Cult."