Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 3768 - Too Powerful

The Mountain God, an infinitum-class astralship, would remain structurally intact and well-defended, even if its controller was killed.

But Xing Daoyin had watched as a purple figure relied purely on their body to breach the Mountain God with a single punch! The impact damaged the ship’s core structure and forced its main gate wide open. Because of that, the three million flameyellow descendants were able to swarm out.

“He’s a specter that’s at least a sixth-level overflower! The brat has other helpers...!” Xing Daoyin's heart wildly pounded.

"This is bad!" Jiang Linxi, Mo Fan, and the others turned pale on the spot.

“The brat planned this all along. He aimed to kill Xing Daoshan first, then destroy the astralship!”

They watched the three million flameyellow descendants, now freed from their prison, help one another tear off the shackles that bound them before quickly dispersing. Once they scattered, the ten thousand overflowers from the Three Great Cults would no longer be able to wipe them out in a single sweep.

No matter what, Xing Daoyin's plan to push them all into the divine channel in one go had been completely smoked.

"You damned stinkbug!" Xing Daoyin, Mo Fan, and Jiang Linxi glared at the young man with savage fury. They still couldn’t comprehend how he had suddenly grown so much stronger. But that no longer mattered; the priority was to salvage the situation by capturing him and those slaves!

“All overflowers of the Three Great Cults, listen up! Capture thirty people each!” Xing Daoyin, Mo Fan, and Jiang Linxi exchanged glances and swiftly reacted. Their ten thousand overflowers were their trump card, possessing deadly power against the foundationeer flameyellow descendants. Capturing thirty each would be easy for them.

“That brat thinks just getting those slaves off the astralship is enough? It’s just making things a little more troublesome!” Mo Fan sneered.

“Spreading out might slow us down, but those slaves still can’t board your astralship, can they?” Jiang Linxi scoffed. The three million dispersed flameyellow descendants were still under their thumb as long as they couldn’t get into Li Tianming’s astralship.

“Long Qian, you have some guts! You really dare to play hardball with us, eh? This step you’ve taken will doom your entire race!” Xing Daoyin glared at the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb.

“Let’s divide the tasks! One of us takes down Li Tianming, another deals with that purple specter, and the last one destroys that astralship!” Xing Han said to Xing Daoyin and Luori Ying. The three of them were seventh-level overflowers, granting them absolute dominance on the battlefield. They wouldn’t flinch even if they were besieged by tens of thousands of overflower dragonoids.

“I’ll take him!” Luori Ying immediately locked on to the purple figure above the divine channel.

“I have an imperial-class artifact, I’ll destroy the astralship!” Xing Han’s entire body radiated dazzling starlight as he bore down on Long Qian.

“Don’t damage it too much!” Xing Daoyin reminded him.

“You don’t need to tell me!” With such immense losses, Xing Han was counting on the tomb to make up for them.

The three super powerhouses acted swiftly, forming an instant death trap for Tianming once more! Whether it was the ten thousand lower-level overflowers or the three seventh-level overflowers, the odds seemed overwhelmingly against him.

The three million flameyellow descendants were doomed to be hunted down. Like fish trapped in shallow waters, they had nowhere to run in this Middlekin Star Ruin.

At the battlefield’s core, Xing Daoyin, Mo Fan, and Jiang Linxi, the three cult leaders, stood together. One seventh-and two sixth-level overflower powerhouses had come to execute Li Tianming.

As for the likes of Xing Daohe, Chen Chenchen, and Mo Bufan, those fifth-level overflowers had gone to deal with Long Qian.

The battle furiously raged!

“Huh?” Xing Daoyin was still giving orders, but Tianming moved even faster. He charged straight at Jiang Linxi and Mo Fan.

“You little punk, you think I’m a soft target?” Mo Fan coldly sneered. A circular bane-ring on his forehead spun and nine stars rumbled as they came out, forming blazing celestial spheres around him. They were his totems, the yellow-dao stars.

Star-type totems were the most common form among the Starfall Pantheon. Legend had it that their stars well and truly existed, and their totems could channel the power from the distant celestial bodies in the Upper Star Ruin.

Seventeen-fold simulacrum: Indestructible Rings. To counter Li Tianming’s strange power, the Cult Master of the Blazestar Cult immediately activated his full strength. His yellow-dao stars spun, transforming into a blinding yellow ring that encircled his sixty-meter-tall figure before multiplying into thousands of stacking rings to turn into a weapon of pure destruction.

“The Starfall Pantheon?” Tianming’s gold and black eyes locked on to him like a sharp blade, and in an instant, he shot forward like a meteor. He tore right through Mo Fan’s Indestructible Rings, arriving right in his face with his Grand-Orient Sword splitting into two.

“What—” Mo Fan’s pupils dilated in shock and he hesitated for just a fraction of a second.

“You’re too weak.” Tianming coldly smirked as his twin swords slashed forward, their gold-and-black sword energy imbued with omnisentient power.

Five million flameyellow descendants now considered Tianming as a divine weapon. Facing their greatest oppressors in this Middlekin Star Ruin, they poured their fury, accumulated over generations of suppression, into Tianming!

“Too powerful!” Tianming had no idea where his current limits lay. If his own strength alone was enough to defeat a fourth-level overflower, then when facing a mere sixth-level overflower opponent, his power amplification was so insane that even he was shocked!

“I’m at least ten times stronger than I was in God Domain One, don’t you think?” Tianming asked Bai Ye.

“I know I am!” Bai Ye conjured a massive mist that invaded Mo Fan’s body, targeting his brain

“Wha—” Before Mo Fan could react, the devastating soul power ten times that of God Domain One blasted into his very vita.

Mo Fan let out a bloodcurdling scream!

But it only lasted a brief moment, because in the next second Tianming’s twin swords slashed down and vaporized his body. Mo Fan had been instantly and cleanly killed.

"Just how much rage have these five million flameyellow descendants suppressed for generations?" It was too mighty!