Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 4201 - Follow Flameyellow And Kill!

The ashuras simultaneously released their warbeasts. From the center of the battlefield, an avalanche of fortuna, maniverse, and imperial-class nova wildbeasts exploded into the void and spread in every direction. It was a spectacular sight.

"Kill!"

The six factions stood fully equipped, spirits burning for battle.

"I’d like to see how many flameyellow voidkin Li Tianming can muster?"

"Can the so-called number one race, with their dualgod bloodline, still fight after being locked up for so long?”

The Eightpart Pantheons' arrogance returned in full force after their display of power, and they began to openly mock their opponents. Their thunderous roars created a terrifying wave that struck fear into opponents in the front and back. As their provocations intensified, Tianming and the Tian Jiu Cult, supported by the pope and other powerful figures, stepped off their astralships. However, Tian Jiu didn’t appear. The six factions weren’t afraid of their meager forces as long as she was absent. Tianming’s two-billion-strong ghoul army wouldn’t intimidate them either.

"An Shen, I propose a strategy. We hold the front while concentrating our main assault on their rear. Even if we fail to capture Li Tianming alive, it’s crucial we destroy the Tian Jiu Cult and seize their astralships,” Goat Saint said. Striking at the weakest point might offer a chance for a breakthrough or even victory.

"Do you have any objections?" An Shen asked the others.

"No!"

They watched Tianming summoned his two-billion-strong ghoul army. Like the ashura’s cosmic godbeasts, these ghouls were immense in numbers. The key distinction was that Tianming single-handedly conjured an entire army, whereas the billions of cosmic godbeasts were amassed from 100 million ashuras.

"His ghoul army is completely unscathed after defeating the wonderians..." Although it made them frown, it didn’t sway their decision to attack Tianming. After all, they had 600 million cosmic gods and billions of cosmic godbeasts. The ashura’s strength eclipsed that of the wonderians.

"Ready up!" With a cold stare at Tianming, An Shen delivered his command, his gaze shifting toward the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb.

They wanted to see how many opponents they were facing. When tension reached its peak, the astralship suddenly shuddered and its gates swung open. Led by Jiang Tianzhou, Lin Daoding, and other formidable figures, the primalwingers erupted from the ship, swiftly organizing into a cohesive force.

"There are so many primalwingers." An Shen frowned.

"Although most of them are low-level cosmic gods, we're still talking almost 200 hundred million!" Wild Saint glanced coldly at Lord Yue. “Have these insignificant flies truly staked their entire race on Li Tianming? They’ve even abandoned their homes to fight us!"

"200 million of them are nothing. The Sin Pantheon can kill many more." Goat Saint grinned and licked his lips.

The Eightpart Pantheons’ fighting spirit remained unbroken even as the enemy grew to 500 million.

However, unfamiliar figures soon emerged from the astralship, inspiring a creeping sense of fear among the six clans. Clad in golden-red armor, their hair whipped in the wind and their eyes burned with a fiery resolve. These men surged with the power of their totems.

Upon disembarking, they summoned their lifebound beasts and mounted them. The beasts beneath them roared and a storm of totem power swirled around them. They moved in perfect unison, demonstrating a deeply ingrained, innate talent for battle. A single unit of flameyellow divinities wasn’t cause for alarm, but with each passing moment, their numbers swelled, and they began to outnumber the primalwingers.

At this moment, the Eightpart Pantheons suddenly realized something. Were the primalwingers ahead merely scouts? Their hearts began to race as the thought struck them.

"Marshals!"

Their brows furrowed and eyes twitched as the enemy’s majestic force surpassed 200 million. At 300 million, their breaths caught in their throats and their expressions turned grim. But when the count approached 500 million, their faces twisted in shock. The enemy’s combined forces totaled a billion. How would they defeat them?

An Shen roared, "All troops, break out from the rear!"

There were 700 hundred million in front and 300 hundred million behind them. Who should they fight?

Just then, a ten-thousand-meter-tall cosmic god emerged from the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb, riding a murderous beast with 88 beastface tattoos and fangs that stretched a kilometer.

It was none other than Mushan Feng!

For thousands of generations, his people lay dormant, and now the moment of revenge had come at last.

"Flameyellow, hear my command! Move into 尖刀冲杀阵!”

The mighty roar shattered the primalwinger’s formation, splitting their army in two as they scattered in all directions, opening a path for Flameyellow. This declaration instantly unleashed the Eightpart Pantheons’ deepest fears, causing many to go weak.

"Kill!" the marshals bellowed.

However, only the rear half of their army charged towards Tianming.

Stunned, An Shen whipped his head around.

At the front of the deva’s mighty army, Granny Yin divided her 200 million troops in two. As Flameyellow 炎黄星空 charged past, the devas fell in behind them, pivoting to strike their own allies in the rear.

Now facing Flameyellow’s blade, the ashuras in the center were stunned. In a clash of 1.2 billion versus 400 million, what suspense was left in the battle's outcome?

"Devas, you dare betray the Heavenly Dao?!" A heartbreaking roar ripped from An Shen’s throat.

"You’re wrong. It’s the devas we betrayed." With a booming laugh, Granny Yin gestured to the front. "Follow Flameyellow and kill!"