It was not just the southern battlefield. The east, west, and north were all the same!
At the level of the strong, the two sides were barely evenly matched with the Sun-Moon-Stars Barrier.
As for the legions, the enemy had opened up the situation through their fourfold numerical advantage!
"Li Tianming, let me tell you: if you hadn't killed the Nightmare Soulworm, we wouldn't have needed to suffer so many losses today. We could even have taken this place without losing a single soldier!"
"Do you understand now? This is the gap in strength between the Nine Palace Divine Realm and you!"
"Your name is quite interesting. It actually shares a name with this broken city? Destiny, destiny—haha, listen carefully. Strength is destiny. Now Heaven has decreed the destruction of your Primordial Spirit Realm, and you have no choice but to submit!"
"I know you're a warrior. You're good at running. But can someone like you really stand by and watch us slaughter your tens of millions of compatriots? Haha."
"Once our legions enter the Divine City, the show will begin at once. You'd better prepare yourself and wipe your eyes clean to see what it means for the strong to devour the weak, what it means for victors to become kings and losers to become bandits."
"History is written by the victors. Ten thousand years from now, no one beneath heaven and earth will remember your Primordial Spirit Realm!"
The Heaven-Burning Blood Demon revealed a humanlike smile.
Since it could not take down Li Tianming, it simply maintained this stalemate.
Ginger was always spicier the older it got.
They had all seen through Li Tianming and knew he would definitely stay behind.
He would definitely die here!
It was very satisfied, and the Dead Spirit Ghost King was equally