Zhou Tianzhou froze for a moment, then finally came to a stop.
He glanced at the eliminated Zhao Xie, then at Li Tianming's injuries, which vanished in an instant. Calm as he was, he naturally understood just how difficult the opponent before him was to deal with.
"Is ninth rank your only trump card?"
As Li Tianming spoke, he contracted his battle units. Against a ghost god, he concentrated every point of power onto himself!
Even the Primordial Chaos Realm had completely become a six-in-one cosmic sword, wielded by Yinghuo and jointly empowered by the other lifebound beasts.
Hearing this, Zhou Tianzhou said with a slight headache, "Not exactly. It's just that I never expected you to be this formidable from the very beginning. If I'd used it sooner, that opportunity just now should have inflicted much greater injuries on you."
"Regretting it now?" Li Tianming had forgotten Zhao Xie. Only Zhou Tianzhou remained in his eyes.
"Not really." Zhou Tianzhou pursed his lips and looked again at Li Tianming. That strange yet sacred mixture of one eye and ten pupils was enough to make one's skin crawl. His voice turned hollow as he said, "After all, the defining trait of my trump card is that it makes no difference when it is used."
It sounded as though even ninth-rank Fate Defying was not the source of his confidence and composure. The ultimate trump card he spoke of was... in other words, he had one more trump card than Zhao Xie!
"The battle has become complicated enough." Li Tianming calmly looked at his opponent. "Make your move. I'll take it."
"No problem." Zhou Tianzhou was equally straightforward, fitting his style as a soldier and the commander of the Myriad Evil Dreamsource Legion.
At ninth-rank Fate Defying, he was already a