Chapter 1249

Hu—

Li Yue's figure appeared beneath the Tiger Fang Divine Army, atop the peak blanketed by endless thunder.

He wore a white robe, hands clasped behind his back, gazing upward at the boundless crimson bloody aura, his expression strangely calm.

Although—

He still possessed twenty-six pools of divine power, that is, twenty-six million drops.

But—

Divine power, a force nearly omnipotent, is never something one would ever have too much of.

Once he advances further.

His cultivation reaches the Mid-True God Realm.

To rapidly elevate his cultivation further, he would inevitably require an utterly terrifying amount of divine power.

Twenty-six pools of divine power—

Far from enough.

And now—

Someone has actually come rushing to deliver him a vast quantity of divine power.

He was quite pleased inside.

After all, true gods as wealthy as those two previous gift-bringers might not exist anywhere else in the Outer Battlefield.

And ordinary Mid-True Gods—

He would have to slay countless of them just to accumulate a substantial amount of divine power.

The time required—

Might well take countless years.

But now—

The arrival of over a thousand Tiger Fang Divine Soldiers solved this problem for him.

"It was you—"

"Who killed our Tiger Fang Divine Soldiers?!"

A cold, merciless voice echoed from the void.

The endless crimson bloody aura churned and rolled, forming outright a monstrous tiger a thousand kilometers tall, its twin blood-red eyes fixed unblinkingly on Li Yue, radiating overwhelming divine authority.

Before Li Yue could speak, another army lord coldly said:

"To oppose the Ancient God Clan, no one in heaven or earth can save you!"

His white hair streamed wildly, the rhombus gem on his forehead blazing brilliantly, exuding terror.

In his hand he held a blood-red longsword, twisted like a serpent, surging with thick bloody aura.

"Kill!"

The Eleventh Army Lord spoke again, coldly.

They spoke these two sentences.

Naturally, not for Li Yue's ears.

After all, in their eyes, Li Yue was already a dead man.

A dead man—

Had no value whatsoever, and was not worth even a single word from them.

They were speaking to the countless true gods surrounding them.

Or rather—

They were speaking to the endless true gods across the Outer Battlefield.

As a dominant power of a major realm.

The Ancient God Clan—

Meant to inform the true gods of the other four realms.

Whoever dares to offend the Ancient God Clan—

This man here—

Is his fate!

The High True God of the Thousand Fangs Divine Lord coldly shouted:

The thousand Mid-True God Tiger Fang Divine Soldiers coldly roared:

Terrifying killing sounds surged, as if the million-kilometer void were about to be utterly torn apart!

The terrifying killing sound surged, as if the entire hundred-thousand-kilometer void were about to be utterly torn apart!

If this were not the Outer Battlefield, but the boundless void,

That single killing roar alone—

Would have reduced everything within a hundred-thousand-kilometer radius to dust!

Boom boom boom!

At this moment,

It seemed as if the entire sky had collapsed downward.

Crimson light surged, a sea of blood spread, drowning all!

"The Divine Army's path has its merits…"

Li Yue's expression remained unchanged, yet he murmured softly.

This was his second time facing a unified Divine Army.

【61】 Previously, he had only faced a hundred true gods forming a Divine Army, and his impression had been slight.

But now—

He faced a divine army composed of thousands of True Gods.

This aura alone stirred even him slightly.

What if it were a divine army of ten thousand mid-tier True Gods?

Or a hundred thousand? A million?

How terrifying would that be?!

Of course.

Mid-tier True Gods are not radishes.

In the endless void,

Every single mid-tier True God has emerged from countless lower-tier True Gods.

The lower-tier True God Realm.

Each additional morning star requires eliminating many True Gods.

Those who can condense six morning stars and reach the peak of the lower-tier True God Realm are fewer than one in ten thousand.

To cross a major realm and enter the mid-tier True God level—

At least a thousand peak lower-tier True Gods are needed to produce just one or two.

Go further down.

Mortal beings and even semi-gods find it excruciatingly difficult to ignite divine fire and ascend to True God status.

Among tens of millions or hundreds of millions of beings, it is rare to produce even one True God.

When all this is combined,

It becomes clear how extraordinarily difficult it is to give birth to a single mid-tier True God.

It is literally—

The sole one among hundreds of trillions, even tens of trillions of beings.

And among mid-tier True Gods—