But as formation altars were continually uprooted, the augmentation he received was plummeting madly.
In just a short time, the entire Anomaly army had advanced at least a thousand li.
The formations across the battlefield were also erupting madly. Every formation altar that was uprooted triggered a massive explosion.
The enormous explosions wiped out every invading Anomaly. Not a single Anomaly could escape.
Though the Anomalies' invasion momentum was fierce, the damage they suffered was even greater.
Under such impacts, the Conceptual Logic Prototypes of Wang Riyue and the other two also declined rapidly, forcing them to retreat.
The gods and Dao Soldiers were simply too exhausted. Faced with such frenzied assaults, they could not bring out their full strength and were directly put at a disadvantage.
But no one noticed that beneath the cold, dark earth of those conquered regions, formation altars remained in silence, waiting for the moment they would be awakened.
Meanwhile, a chaotic battle was unfolding within the conquered regions.
Since it was a total rout, there were ultimately cultivators who could not escape at the first opportunity.
The radiance of Dao artifacts, magical artifacts, and spells filled the sky and earth.
Everyone was desperately breaking out to survive. Some joined forces, while others fought alone. Blood and fire still burned across this land.
Li Qing's Divine Body watched silently. He had begun preparing a hundred years ago.
Almost all those on the very front lines were gods, and they had incarnations within both the Human Dao Great World and the Hundred Great Worlds.
Even if they died in this war, resources would be directed toward them in the future, allowing them to restore their cultivation in the shortest possible time.
This was the limit of what Li Qing could do.
The smallest sacrifice, in exchange