Yuanhao's army had arrived!
Looking out, there were Star Realm Clan members, Illusory God cultivators, specter gods, limitless beastmasters... and their warbeasts.
All manner of cultivation systems emerged one after another, forming different battle formations!
If the Primordial Chaos Clan were tigers, a single clan making a nation, then Yuanhao was a pack of wolves, vast in number.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As they tore through the Chaos Wasteland Calamity, countless natal Astral Realms, countless Illusory Gods, and countless Chaos Star Beasts abruptly appeared before Li Tianming and the ten million Primordial Chaos troops. Their momentum and divine might were so immense that the ten million soldiers immediately felt an overwhelming pressure!
Though they did not know that the enemy force numbered a full thirty million—three times their own—they could already feel pressure at the very limit. It was enough to spur their fighting spirit to its peak, yet not enough to make them afraid.
At a moment of crisis faced by countless Eonic Gods, the importance of a banner was beyond measure. Though the enemy clearly outnumbered them, as long as Li Tianming remained standing before the sea of people, proudly towering beneath the heavens, the faith of the ten million Primordial Chaos soldiers would not collapse!
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
A vast roar like a tsunami continually surged from behind Li Tianming, crashing toward the front.
Li Tianming was greatly gratified!
A newborn calf was not afraid of a tiger... At this moment, Li Tianming truly needed them to possess such spirit!
Just do it!
"Did this many enemy troops really come?"
"These Yuanhao beasts are really giving us face!"
"It's fine, brothers! We have the Young Marshal!"
Every one of the ten million Four Symbols Primordial Chaos troops brimmed with courage. Even if their hearts had been shaken, Li