Beastmaster of the Ages

The moment Qin Wangchuan was killed, everyone in the Ten Desolate Starforges mentally collapsed. The entire starforge fell into an absolute dead silence. Though the Upper Star Ruin was already a world of darkness, it was as if they no longer existed.

It showed just how thoroughly the Eightpart Pantheons’ mentality had shattered. Their members across the maniverse and fortuna-class worlds were so frustrated that they refused to watch anymore. And unable to curse Tianming, they began cursing their own people!

The battle had even spread to imperial-class worlds, causing serious repercussions throughout the Upper Star Ruin. The Ten Desolate Starforges even became the laughingstock of the other starforges. However, what made the Eightpart Pantheons of the Ten Desolate Starforges even more desperate was that Qin Wangchuan’s death wasn’t the end of the bad news, but the prelude to more.

When Tianming had publicly killed Qin Wangchuan, the young cosmic gods from the Primordial Sands hiding in the Ninelives Cave had the fire in their hearts completely ignited! At Tianming’s kingly command, those who had been cowering in resistance for so long now had fervent eyes.

They roared and charged out in unison. Though they were few in number, their fighting spirit shook heaven and earth.

In contrast, the Eightpart Pantheons had lost their commander, their warbeasts were in chaos, and they fell into a state of total collapse.

“Can we win?” Jiang Feifei, not far away, anxiously asked Tianming.

“A war isn’t about duels. Morale’s the primary element! Their side consists of young cosmic gods, mostly inexperienced in warfare. Once their spirit collapses, their overall combat power will take a harsh hit!” Tianming answered. He’d fought his way up from the lowest of worlds and had participated in wars of all scales, from mundane skirmishes to nova source wars. He had long since taken the truth to heart that, even if the Eightpart Pantheons still had superior numbers, once their morale was lost they could be beaten like drowning dogs.

“Kill the strong ones first!” Tianming had Yin Chen, allowing him to precisely pinpoint the enemy commanders. After killing Qin Wangchuan, he and Moran were now free. Zi Zhen, having slain many ashuras, had also returned to the battlefield. Like that, several peak combatants had been added to their side.

The trio immediately split up!

Moran went straight to the rear of the Eightpart Pantheons’ formation, where their forces were most concentrated. There, she bombarded them with her wonders and the Empyrean Yin-Yang Mirror. Her maneuver not only cut off their retreat, but also allowed for maximum damage and psychological devastation.

Tianming and Zi Zhen, meanwhile, capitalized on their personal strength and joined the fight alongside experts like Jiang Feifei and Lin Chaoge.

The Eightpart Pantheons still had three seventh-level cosmic gods remaining, one each from the Sundown, Starfall, and Virtue Pantheons.

Tianming went to aid Jiang Feifei, while Zi Zhen supported Ji Lin.

Ji Lin had originally held her front alone. Severely injured, she was already quite weakened and in a critical condition in her fight with the Virtue Pantheon specter.

Jiang Feifei, on the other hand, was in a better spot and was already close to defeating her opponent.

Zi Zhen thus played the rescuer while Tianming acted as the finisher, delivering a killing blow to Jiang Feifei’s totemancer opponent.

Even Shao Xingru was carrying a cosmic tribulation sea on her. He must have one! Maybe the other Starfall Pantheon members have it too! Tianming had already ordered Yin Chen to lock on to the positions of all top-tier totemancers. Any cosmic god of the third level or higher had been marked; killing them would strengthen the simulacra of his decapath era godswords.

“I’ll take them all!”

A purple lightning serpent streaked across the battlefield. Together with Jiang Feifei, he flanked the totemancer Tai Xingyun. He had a celestial being totem with a 69-fold simulacrum.

Jiang Feifei had already shattered three totems. Tianming’s entry at that point was undoubtedly fatal for Tai Xingyun.

“Lin Feng, I advise you to show some restraint. Our imperial-class geniuses have already entered the lower ruins. If you keep fighting us here, you’ll lose the overall war. Know when to stop!” Tai Xingyun barked.

“You scared?” Tianming coldly sneered. “Relax. It won’t take long to kill you!”

For others, such a top-tier cosmic god might be difficult to kill. But not for the current Tianming. The incredibly sharp Grand-Orient Sword and Sixth’s soul attack was a killer combo that could reap lives.

What used to take half a day to kill now only took one swing of his sword!

Too lazy to waste words with Tai Xingyun, Tianming immediately joined the assault. With Jiang Feifei holding the front line and him executing his killing technique from behind, one thrust was all it took.

Tai Xingyun’s totems couldn’t withstand Bai Ling. They were instantly torn apart, unable to offer any resistance. It demonstrated that Tianming’s ability to overpower the ashuras and the Starfall Pantheon was even stronger than expected.

The suppression from the Primordial Chaos Beasts was an ironclad law; Tianming himself had lost count of how many parts of the Eightpart Pantheons he was super effective against.

Tai Xingyun cursed and screamed in agony before exploding into a cosmic god essence, and was then slain by a final sword strike from Tianming, who then looted his corpse clean.

After finishing off Tai Xingyun, Jiang Feifei nervously asked, “So there really are imperial-class geniuses who’ve entered?”

“There are,” Tianming replied.

“What should we do? Retreat immediately?” Jiang Feifei asked.

“Keep killing until I say to retreat!” Tianming’s gaze shifted toward the bottom of the Miracle Mountain. “Don’t worry, they still have quite a distance to cover, and their numbers aren’t that many. As long as we completely annihilate the enemy’s main forces now, they won’t be able to form an encirclement later. Not even imperial-lineage geniuses can block everyone!”

“Understood!” With Tianming constantly overturning the board, Jiang Feifei now had blind faith in him!

And all the reversals had stemmed from Tianming acquiring the Empyrean Yin-Yang Mirror; it was absolutely crucial.

“Two seventh-level cosmic gods remain. Coordinate with Zi Zhen and take them down. I’ll go assist Little Fish.” Tianming wasn’t just a solo fighter. Like Moran, he was an expert at group battles. In a flash, he returned to the battlefield.

The death of Tai Xingyun was yet another nightmare for the Eightpart Pantheons. But for the Primordial Sands disciples, their fervor and faith in Tianming grew even stronger. Omnisentient threads were even vaguely beginning to manifest.

Although they couldn’t compare to imperial-class geniuses that were born as cosmic gods, they were still the nobility of the astralscape. One omnisentient thread could match the combined belief of all the gods from over a hundred infinitum-class worlds.

Maybe even more.

Thus, Tianming could clearly feel his previous injuries rapidly healing, and new power filling his body.