"Support!"
Everyone's fighting spirit was stirred as well. As long as Li Tianming was here, they truly weren't afraid of the other side's greater numbers. After all, Li Tianming had the Xi Wa Hell Legion—one of his was worth dozens of theirs!
"Then let's meet them in battle! Form the Three-Headed Divine Dragon formation!"
Fengting Linwan struck while the iron was hot. Everyone in the Military Palace had now reached the Upper Yu Seed level, and their average cultivation was no weaker than that of the Chen Palace disciples. This was their strongest era in history. After the battle at the Gate of Yu Ruins, every one of them had seen their combat power soar, and they had yet to find a chance to unleash it!
As it happened, the enemy arrived at just that moment.
On the other side, the Chen Palace and Female Rites Palace disciples naturally would not back down when facing Li Tianming alone, eager to take down the Seventeenth Prince as soon as possible. While the Seventeenth Prince was still rallying his forces, the enemy's hundred-plus elites had already charged into the swarm of Li Tianming's Destiny Ghosts!
Against the Destiny Ghosts, they naturally cut through them like melons and vegetables, slaughtering in all directions. Wherever they passed, countless Destiny Ghosts were annihilated... But the problem was that fresh Destiny Ghosts quickly replenished the ranks and continued surrounding and killing them!
More than a hundred Primordial Chaos Clan geniuses forcefully broke through, yet instead of advancing with unstoppable momentum as they had imagined, they seemed to have sunk into a mire and were split apart. At least for the moment, there was no way for all of them to break out!
What made them even more uncomfortable was that Li Tianming was not stopping all