Thinking of this, Li Tianming already knew clearly what he was going to do.

Maybe half an hour ago, he didn't dare to meet the stronger Lan Huang and Zhan Zun.

But now, with the support of tens of millions of sentient beings at the scene, and nearly 30 million people on the Ten Thousand Dragons Mountain, he has no fear of these two opponents.

"Emperor Lan, the person who ruined the life of senior Jiang Qingliu."

"War Lord, as a beast master, kneels down and licks the Emperor, haha..."

Li Tianming's golden-black eyes were filled with rage.

He looked up at the sky and looked at the golden head.

"Emperor, are you too accustomed to being aloof and relying on your absolute strength to crush others? So this time, do you understand what the Fushen Clan is?"

He thought that the 60 million well-trained army of the Shrine could somehow contain the Emperor's Burial Army and allow him to break the barrier.

However, he never considered that in the Fushen Clan's territory, these 60 million people might not even be able to contain them.

Because!

What supports the army of the palace is merit, glory, and wealth.

What supports the Fushen Clan and the Imperial Burial Army is life and death, dignity, and the annihilation of the entire clan...

"Those who regard others as ants will eventually become ants of the times."

Li Tianming took a deep breath, raced against time, and began his killing journey!

From now on, there is no retreat for anyone.
Chapter completed!