Beastmaster of the Ages

The ten thousand dragonoids’ eyes burned. They all knew the immense significance of this battle. It was the beginning of their race’s rise, for which they were all willing to sacrifice their lives to ignite the flames of war!

The mindsets of the two opposing sides were polar opposites.

”Kill!” The first wave of divine abilities and totemic calamities blasted forth. The warriors and their dragons charged together, carving a bloody path through the chaotic ranks of the Three Great Cults. It was as if cavalry had stormed into a battlefield of street thugs.

Wherever they passed, bodies were sent flying and blood and limbs were tossed out.

Even though a third of their enemies also had lifebound beasts, they were instantly overwhelmed by the sheer momentum of the charge. The Three Great Cults had greater numbers, but at that moment, they felt as though the ’slaves’ held the overwhelming advantage.

”What’s happening?!”

Just as confusion overtook them, Long Qian had already led her forces in splitting the enemy into two halves.

”Turn! Advance again!”

At her command, the formation realigned, transforming into a deadly spear that accelerated for another charge.

”Second wave of divine abilities and totemic calamities!”

Once more, a storm of destruction descended upon the battlefield.

”What the hell is this?!” The overflowers of the Three Great Cults had never expected that battles in the Middlekin Star Ruins could be fought like that!

The Wargod, Scorchmoon, and Blazestar Cults were nothing more than glorified bandit groups that dominated their local turf. Even though they often engaged in skirmishes, they had never fought a war like this!

They watched in shock as Long Qian’s spear skewered dozens of overflowers at once, their minds blank.

”They’re coming back!”

”Fuck this! The leaders are all dead, let’s get out of here!”

”This damn Middlekin Star Ruin is a dump anyway! I’m done! I’m heading back to Starmoon Haven! If I don’t leave now, my wife will be gone too!”

”Those slaves have already boarded, what’s the point of chasing them now?!”

In an instant, the remaining cultist overflowers completely broke down.

They no longer knew what they were supposed to do with all the flameyellow descendants in the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb. Rather than stay and be slaughtered by Tianming, Zi Zhen, and Long Qian’s cavalry legion, it was better to return home to their warm beds and wives.

Most of them weren’t even part of the Eightpart Pantheons. They were just ordinary races from the Upper Star Ruin! The only true Eightpart Pantheons members like Mo Fan and Jiang Linxi had already been wiped out.

”Dammit! These slaves are monsters! Run!”

”Scatter! Scatter!”

As soon as their pillars were gone, the rout began. Facing the terrifying Tianming and Zi Zhen, most of them saw no reason to fight to the death.

”Retreat!”

In an instant, they abandoned the battle, scattering toward the various continents, each one fleeing faster than the last. Only a few thousand ignorant fools remained, but it wasn’t long before Tianming and his allies slaughtered them all.

”For now, the crisis is temporarily resolved.... Everyone, get into the astralship!” Relief surged in Tianming’s heart. He gazed out at the battlefield filled with corpses and shimmering starlight.

Filled with exhilaration, Long Qian swiftly led her ten thousand warriors back into the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb and reunited with their people.

”We did it!” Tianming finally let out a deep breath. Even though he had been confident in victory, the battle had been one he couldn’t afford to lose.

He and Zi Zhen’s eyes met, sharing a smile of triumph.

He turned his gaze into the distance, where millions of foundationeers from the Three Great Cults remained. Many had already fled in terror, while the ones left behind could do nothing but curse and scream in frustration.

Tianming briefly considered completely wiping them out, and seizing the middlekin star warehouse while he was at it.

”Unfortunately, Starmoon Haven’s reinforcements will be here soon!” There was no choice but to hold back for now.

His current strength had already reached the limit in this Middlekin Star Ruin, where there were no further flameyellow descendants to bolster him. To be safe, he had to secure his people first and let Yin Chen scout the approaching enemies.

”Zi Zhen, let’s go.” Tianming turned and headed toward the ship.

”Mmm....” Zi Zhen nodded, but her expression suddenly tightened. ”They’re here!”

”They’re here?” Tianming’s brows furrowed as he, too, sensed an overwhelming presence descending.

”It isn’t the two astralships from Starmoon Haven!” Yin Chen was still tracking those, and they hadn’t arrived yet!

Instead, a powerful being had already been traveling to the Middlekin Star Ruin, albeit a little late.

Tianming and Zi Zhen sharply turned back. Somehow, at some unknown moment, a dense fog of gray mist had filled the distant space. From within, a towering eighty-meter-tall man emerged!

”A deva! He must be from Wargod Haven....” Tianming’s frown deepened. Xing Daoyin had called for reinforcements a long time ago, it was just that they hadn’t arrived until now!

When he got a clear look at the newcomer, his expression darkened even further.

It was a towering, emaciated specter, that looked even more on the verge of death than Xing Daoyin himself. His entire body radiated a suffocating aura of death ki, and tens of thousands of gray bats fluttered around him. Each bat had a human face that was identical to the man’s own.

It was extremely bizarre.

Tianming also noticed a hollow void at the center of the man’s chest, just like Ye Lingfeng’s. However, unlike Ye Lingfeng’s void, this one looked like a wheel that contained a swirling vortex of gray mist, as if connected to another world entirely.

The wheel seemed to have two distinct rings outlining it.

”A deva with a twofold hell-ring! He’s one of the deva’s top-tier geniuses, destined to one day become a cosmic god!” Long Qian quickly warned Tianming.

Twofold hell-ring? That meant he was equivalent to a twenty-crest beast! An eighth-level overflower with the halo of being guaranteed to become a cosmic god was a terrifying prospect.

The moment the ominous being arrived, the remaining members of the Three Great Cults erupted in excitement.

”It’s the supreme genius from Wargod Haven, Zhantian Feng!”

”The one that’s only five hundred years old?!”

”My god, he actually came to the Middlekin Star Ruins....”

”His talent ranks in the top five of Wargod Haven!”

No one had expected a figure of that caliber, one revered even in the Wargod Haven, to appear here!

”A supreme talent from a fortuna-class world? Five hundred years old, eighth-level overflower?” Tianming quickly did the math. At the same age, Suishen Yao had only reached first-level foundationeer, an entire twenty levels lower than this man.

That was the gap between Myriadpath Valley and a true fortuna-class world. An eighth-level overflower was very nearly a cosmic god already.

”The devan race’s talent is indeed terrifying. It’s far beyond any Lower Star Ruins race!” They were worthy of being called one of the Three Divine Races.

”This one will be hard to deal with....” Tianming and Zi Zhen exchanged glances.

Amidst the stunned silence, Zhantian Feng slowly lifted his head. His gaze fell upon Zi Zhen. His voice, like a whisper from the depths of hell, rasped out, ”You... come back with me to the Zhan Mausoleum.”