Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 4033 – Sakyamuni Ghoul King

"How about Zi Zhen?" Tianming urgently asked while racing over.

"Many enemies! Five seventh-level... cosmic gods. They're all... tied down... by swarms... of foes!"

Yin Chen’s fragmented and hard-to-follow speech left Tianming’s head spinning. Fortunately, the takeaway was clear: he needed to get there as fast as possible!

The enemy has five seventh-level cosmic gods. Our side has Zi Zhen, Jiang Feifei, Ji Lin, Lin Chaoge, and Little Fish, also five in total.... If they were tied down, the Eightpart Pantheons numerical advantage would overwhelmingly favor them!

"Who’s attacking Little Fish?" Tianming coldly asked.

"The devas’... number one."

Tianming instantly knew that Yin Chen was referring to Qin Wangchuan, the strongest member of the Eightpart Pantheons present! He was even stronger than Taiyin Yuan and Taiyang Zhao put together.

"She's fine... don’t worry," Yin Chen reassured him after glancing at the situation.

Moran had just devoured another two thousand wonders from Taiyin Yuan’s group and was now a seventh-level cosmic god. She didn’t dare externally project too many wonders, but she could use them to fortify her own middlekin astrons and make her physically tougher than even Zi Zhen.

She had put all her points into defense.

Still, Tianming was anxious. After all, what man could stay calm upon hearing that his little fish was being bullied?

***

When Tianming arrived, he could see that the enemy had advanced deep inside. But with Yin Chen guiding him and Meow Meow handling the speed, he only had to focus on offense. He zipped past, leaving a trail of cosmic god essences behind him.

Along the way, he saw Jiang Feifei, Lin Chaoge, and the others. They were indeed surrounded by seventh-level cosmic gods from the Eightpart Pantheons and their subordinates. The situation was dire, as they could only defend themselves and were unable to reverse the tide.

Zi Zhen, however, remained a feral storm. Warbeasts encircled her while she stood atop a mountain of body parts, locked in combat with a seventh-level cosmic god deva! She had originally gone to rescue Moran, but abandoned that plan when she saw Tianming.

"Yin Chen found the ashura. Go finish him!" Tianming shouted as he passed her.

"Got it," Zi Zhen replied, bursting out of the warbeast horde toward a specific direction.

Yin Chen was the natural bane of the ashuras; without it, finding their true location would be harder than scaling the heavens.

Tianming pushed forward, scanning the battlefield. Cosmic god essences dotted the landscape. The Eightpart Pantheons had about two thousand knocked out, but the Primordial Sands had already lost over six thousand.

The Primordial Sands still had less than thirteen thousand capable of fighting, which was less than half of the twenty-eight thousand the Eightpart Pantheons had.

"If it weren’t for the terrain, we would’ve been instantly wiped!" Tianming could tell that his friends and comrades were fighting tooth and nail, but their entire defensive line was buckling under the onslaught of warbeasts.

The Primordial Sands’ forces were mostly primalwingers, while the Eightpart Pantheons were ultra-versatile. They had reckless warbeasts, lifebound beasts working with beastmasters, totems providing cover, and specters lurking in the shadows! In equal numbers, the Primordial Sands would still be at a tactical disadvantage, but taking on twice their number was a straight-up disaster.

"The only way to win this war and preserve those six thousand cosmic god essences is to wipe out their top elites! Then Little Fish can blast away with the Empyrean Yin-Yang Mirror!" Tianming finally spotted Moran amidst the chaos. She had just been slammed into the ground, sending dust flying into the air.

The Empyrean Yin-Yang Mirror was knocked from her hand, crushing an entire group of enemies.

"Seize it!" The Eightpart Pantheons swarmed forward, lifting the mirror together and trying to haul it away.

Simultaneously, a dark yellow figure appeared above Moran and stomped down hard. He followed up with a kick that threw her slender figure away.

Moran smashed against a wall, but quickly got back up, looking unbothered.

A wondermancer can be that tough? The dark yellow figure frowned. "Well, you’re just a turtle in a hard shell. Without the Empyrean Yin-Yang Mirror, you’re no threat." The man gave her a cold glance and turned, ready to chase after Zi Zhen.

"Stop," Moran suddenly said.

"You got a problem?" The specter wickedly grinned at her.

Moran said, “He said that anyone who hurts his people has only one end: death.”

"And who is ‘he’?" the man laughed.

She pointed. “He’s right behind you.”

The man spun around, just in time for a foot to connect with his face!

He was flattened into the ground and Tianming didn’t stop moving, dragging him through the dirt and rocks for 100,000 meters and knocking aside any genius cosmic gods unlucky enough to be in their path.

"It’s you!" Qin Wangchuan roared and punched Tianming to force him away. Then he sprang up and glared daggers at him. "I’ve wanted to kill you for ages. Didn’t expect you to show up only now!"

"You’re the strongest, so you have to die last for dramatic effect," Tianming assured him. He turned to Moran. "You alright?" His eyes softened, switching from killing intent to tenderness.

"I’m fine." Moran gently smiled, then sweetly added, “I’m going to get the mirror back.”

"Kill a few more while you’re at it," Tianming reminded her.

“Got it!” Moran left; no one left to hinder her volley of blasts.

Qin Wangchuan’s brow deeply furrowed. This battlefield was the only one where the Eightpart Pantheons still had a chance at victory; they couldn’t afford to lose!

He took a deep breath and snorted, stepping toward Tianming with a low growl. "Looks like... you’re the breakthrough point."

"The thousand-armed bodhisattva variant? Sevenfold hell-ring? Can you summon the sakyamuni ghoul king? And you wield the cosmic relic Multifarious Variant?" Tianming listed off his trump cards one by one.

The murky yellow fog surrounding Qin Wangchuan dispersed, revealing a bald, pale-skinned young man underneath.