Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 4309 - Take My Time Slaughtering

The heavencosmic army and spectators alike stared at the primocosmic gods, whose faces were drained of color. While some still maintained their cosmic constellations, even these appeared dim. They were visibly drained.

“Is Li Tianming dead?”

When they turned to look, their eyes went wide.

Retreating with pale faces, all seven Yueling imperial sons, including the mighty Yueling Qian and Yueling Kun, were visibly exhausted and drained of energy."

“Um...”

The spectators were suddenly seized by an ominous premonition. As the smoke and dust cleared, countless eyes peered into the battlefield. Tianming sat there, stretching lazily, without a hair out of place.

Looking up at his disbelieving enemies, Tianming, seemingly refreshed from a nap, calmly said, "Are you done? It's my turn now."

Yueling Gen, the youngest of the seven siblings, gritted his teeth and sneered. "That’s a remarkable tortoise shell you have on! Don’t look so smug! You’re only unbeatable because of your ancestors’ protection!"

"What ancestors? They’re my great-grandparents." A wave of cosmoforce surged the instant the words left Tianming’s lips.

"Keep him back and don’t let him within range," Yueling Qian said coldly.

If Tianming managed to slip into the heavencosmic army, he would undoubtedly escape under the cover of chaos. Dealing with the skypole stars would be tough, so they paused to rest. Their plan was to simply trap Tianming and attack relentlessly for decades or even a century if necessary. After all, they had time to burn.

Over a hundred primocosmic gods surrounded Tianming. Several of them moved with surprising speed. To their surprise, Tianming made no attempt to escape. Instead, he calmly instructed Xi Xi to open the Xi Hwa Gate right before their eyes, simultaneously activating the eight fold of the hell-ring. Thick plumes of smoke billowed forth, and ghouls began to pour out within the primocosmic gods’ encirclement. Though his opponents expected this move, when the ghouls appeared, the sight of them turned their blood cold.

"His ghouls... they've grown stronger?!"

"There must be over five billion!"

Chaos erupted.

The ghouls hadn’t grown stronger; rather, Tianming had strategically narrowed his summons, keeping those from the lower levels of the Xi Hwa Hell off the battlefield. The ghoul emperors alone numbered in the thousands. Towering 10,000 meters tall, they surrounded Tianming with hideous faces and an overwhelming aura of death.

The super ghoul army that materialized beside Tianming caused huge waves across the Ruinless Zone. Amidst the five billion ghouls, Tianming appeared even more ferocious, brutal, and sinister. He snapped his head up, his gaze sweeping across his opponents.

“Kill!”

At his command, five billion ghouls coalesced into a fearless army. Roaring and baring their fangs and claws, they charged outward in all directions with abilities of every kind. First to bear the brunt were the surrounding primocosmic gods.

Their vision was immediately swallowed by the tide of ghouls—a force far too vast to annihilate. The primocosmic gods scattered in an instant, disoriented and reeling from shock.

“Be careful!”

“Don't let Li Tianming escape!”

For all their talk, they were utterly clueless about Tianming’s position. Soon, the fearless ghoul army reached the primocosmic gods’ outer perimeter.

BOOM!

Utter pandemonium reigned. The all-consuming starlight and chaos blurred the Ruinless Zone, making it impossible to discern human from ghoul. Due to the chaos, the scene was barely visible to those outside, let alone the cosmic gods entangled within the fray. There seemed to be roaring ghouls everywhere. Although they weren’t hard to kill, their sheer number and unrelenting ferocity instilled fear in them before combat could even begin.

"Where's Li Tianming?"

"How would I know?!"

Dozens of ghoul emperors launched the seven imperial sons all over the battlefield. They couldn't even find each other, much less locate Tianming.

Total command of a battlefield should have been impossible. What nobody anticipated, however, was trillions of Yin Chens, an overwhelming swarm whose numbers far exceeded those of the ghouls and everything else combined. With trillions of eyes, Tianming could lock onto any target.

“If I can't kill the strong, then I'll start with the weak and work my way up until Yueling Starcage trembles with terror!”

How dare they take captives and use the Primospirit Ancestral Tree to torture them? They would only grow more arrogant if they didn't retaliate a hundredfold!

Tianming suddenly materialized behind a 20,000-meter-tall astral giant, whose handsome, cold face and mountain-like stature exuded imposing power. It was none other than Imperator Ji’s seventh son, Yueling Gen. He was already a second-level primocosmic god and slightly stronger than his younger brother, Yueling Dui.

“Who’s there?”

Sensing movement, Yueling Gen turned around and came face to face with the Grand-Orient Sword.

"Brightnight Constellation!"

In a panic, Yueling Gen suddenly manifested a cosmic constellation and his body transformed into a sea of blazing fire. But in that same instant, a phoenix of pure flames and a ferocious beast wreathed in lightning descended upon him and struck him from either side, causing his cosmic constellation to collapse. Yueling Gen was stunned.

"I’ll start with you. Then I’ll take my time, slaughtering one by one, until your entire starcage kneels before me!"

With a cold sneer, Tianming used the overwhelming distance to his advantage, executing Worldsplitter Thrice Divine to tear through the sky of stars and split Yueling Gen right down the middle.