Beastmaster of the Ages Chapter 1818 - Send Him To Hell

Chapter 1818 - Send Him To Hell
Anger, hatred, and the desire for survival had set the Fushen Clan on the path of death. There was only one word left in their head: kill! If they could take advantage of the time it took the next Divine Wrath to be fired, their clan might survive. Who wanted to die? But as elites of the clan, they had already prepared themselves for death in hopes of exchanging their lives for the survival of their wives, children, and descendants. On the other hand, the wargodean and celestial orderians were still immersed in the joy of serving the sun emperor and were even prepared to attack the Frostsoul Imperium after defeating the Fushen Clan. The wills of intruders and fighters willing to sacrifice themselves would never be the same. If the situation was reversed, the soul of the celestial orderians would be more terrifying than that of the Fushen Clan today.
"Invasion is a crime worthy of death!" Slaughtering an entire clan was a sin that defied the heavenly dao. "Those without morals must die!" There wasn’t much time until the Divine Wrath. Just after Tianming spoke, the Fushen Clan led by Fushen Gongyi and the Imperial Tomb Army launched a frenzied attack during this interval. The highly poisonous fog and insects, the Fushen Clan who were prepared to die, and the calm Imperial Tomb Army charged toward the enemy. The sound of the flutes covered up everything—their enemies’ dying cries, the dull thud their corpses made as they hit the ground, and the horrifying sound of flesh being torn by the insects’ sharp claws and teeth. This time, their attack was ten times fiercer than before. At this moment, many celestial orderians recalled their miserable defeat in the Myriaddragon Mountains.
"Although they weren’t part of that battle, the fact that millions of their people have perished has already shaken their souls and made them deeply aware that, in fact, they aren’t the most powerful race on the sun!"
Green blood surged, forming a river that rushed toward their enemies.
"These ugly bugs have gone mad!"
"They don’t want to live anymore."
"It's just a futile struggle before death. The more ruthless they are on the outside, the more they despair inside. The last Divine Wrath definitely frightened them."
"What a useless bunch. According to our ancestors, the Fushen Clan are the ones who made them suffer!"
The wargodeans had yet to realize the seriousness of the matter. It wasn't until they actually fought and came face to face with those fiery green eyes that a trace of fear appeared in their hearts.
"Is it necessary? You want to fight me at this level?"
They were happy at first, but soon horrified.
Extermination of the clan. A hundred breaths. With only those thoughts in mind, every Fushen transformed into a demon on the battlefield. Leading their allies from the Myriad Solar Sects, they slaughtered their opponents one by one. The battle reached a climax. Countless lives perished as caeli soared into the sky, yet their screams were drowned out by the resounding notes of the flutes. The Fushen Clan wouldn’t stop killing as long as the flutes remained playing. The ear-splitting tune was proof that they were still alive.
"Kill!!"
The roars of the Divine Palace Army were immediately swallowed up by the sound of flutes. Taking advantage of the environment, the Fushens dragged their enemies into traps and sliced their throats. Their enemies were beheaded regardless of gender or beauty. Could they still be considered beauties without their heads? In the face of destruction, beauty had lost all meaning. Killing was all that remained. Only by killing could they live and see a flourishing Fushen Clan. If they continued killing, they would see the celestial orderians suffer a more miserable defeat than the battle in the Myriaddragon Mountains. With their previous experience, the Imperial Tomb Army had become the object of the Fushen Clan’s admiration. Having them by their side gave them the courage to fight to the death. Before the battle, no one could have imagined that the Fushen Clan would dominate the fight, while the wargodeans who were supposed to attack and clear the way perished in the jungle.
"I’m starting the countdown. Everyone, get ready!" Lan Huang's Primordial Soundwave was loud enough to allow Tianming’s voice to transmit over the tragic cries and blaring flute.
"Ten, nine, eight.…" Tianming counted as he killed. When he got to eight, the Divine Sun Palace had powered up and the golden head was shining once more. However, his countdown had prepared the gods. Unlike the sudden attack before, this time they were prepared.
"Three, two, one!" Under Tianming’s orders, the formation grew stronger. When the Divine Wrath was unleashed, the ground shook, but they remained steady. That was the power of the masses, the courage of a unified force. The last Divine Wrath had almost crushed their morale. But even if the formation and Fushen Valley were still severely impacted, the gods regained their confidence.
"We did it! We have more time to kill them! Show no mercy!" Tianming’s words gave them yet another boost in confidence. With his identity, his words and judgment could bring hope to them, whether they were true or not. As long as there was hope, they had something to work toward, not just death. However, his prominent position came with a certain risk. As soon as Lan Huang spoke, numerous elites targeted Tianming, but there was only one man he was afraid of: the sun emperor. If the sun emperor were to enter the battlefield, no one could stop him. In spite of that, it was impossible for one person to kill Tianming, who was surrounded by thousands of warriors. He could definitely avoid battle. Only the sun emperor could control the Divine Sun Palace, and without the Divine Wrath, there was little he could do to stop the fall of the Divine Palace Army. To destroy the Nonacrypt Fushen Formation, the sun emperor had to remain on the astralship.
As a result, almost no one could kill Tianming on the battlefield. He wasn’t invincible; after all, most of the thirty million Omnisentient Threads were connected to those back in the Myriaddragon Mountains. Those present weren’t enough to make him invincible. But as the soul of the battlefield, his presence gave the Divine Palace Army a headache. Tianming didn’t stay fixed in one place, either. With Yin Chen, he could zoom in on the position of elites like the Warlord and Deluge Emperor. Although they wanted to slay Tianming, he could easily avoid them. Meanwhile, there was only one end for the other celestial orderian elites who encountered Tianming. Even ninth-level solarians would perish at his hands. Every violent death boosted the morale of the Fushen Clan and the Imperial Tomb Army.
I can't dominate the battlefield with my combat power alone. But given my age and the fact that I’m a decabane, as well as my identity as the first alliance leader, these people go wild every time they watch me defeat the top celestial orderian elites, which increases my Omnisentient Threads. The Imperial Tomb Army was closest to him, but among them, only those from Azurecloud were true believers. If they could all become fanatical believers, Tianming’s combat power would immensely increase if he kept them with him.
"Becoming a worthy king requires skills!" Tianming slashed another wargodean to death, drawing more cheers. "Yin Chen, locate Li Tianyi. I’m going to send him to hell before the next Divine Wrath!" Filled with killing intent, Tianming replaced the Grand-Orient Sword with the Godsin. The celestial orderian’s grand prince, the head of the Tianyi, Tribulator, and Godblade Armies. His strength is second only to the Warlord and Deluge Emperor. He should be enough. The main reason he had that idea was because Li Tianyi had tried to kill him. With Yin Chen’s abilities, Tianming was able to ensure a certain distance with every top elite on the battlefield. So why couldn’t he kill Li Tianyi?
Li Tianyi is a tenth-level solarian, which means he’s as strong as Aunt Ying. Isn't that reckless? It would be difficult for Tianming, a third-level solarian, to take down Li Tianyi with his strength alone. He would be risking his life. However, he now had thirty million believers to support him. He had even managed to resist the Northdipper Swordsage on Great Saintdragon Peak.
There were at least hundreds of millions of Yin Chens on this battlefield, thanks to the Fushen Clan's contribution of metal ores. At the moment, Yin Chen’s abilities were in full effect. With its eyes, Tianming locked onto the position of Li Tianyi, as well as several other top elites. After confirming that they weren’t anywhere near Li Tianyi, Tianming disappeared into the darkness with the Nonacrypt Elders. They were the nine elders of the Fushen Clan, all of whom were ninth-level solarians except for one, who was a tenth-level solarian. Fushen Gongyi had specifically assigned them to protect Tianming and it was hard to decline his kindness. Tianming also needed them to clear those around Li Tianyi. As the general, Li Tianyi would be surrounded by elites.
"This way!" With Yin Chen's eyes, Tianming could easily locate Li Tianyi, who was deep in the Imperial Tomb Army with a squad of about a hundred elites, slaughtering wherever they went. Stimulated by the sun emperor’s words, Li Tianyi had burst into violence on the battlefield. Perhaps only the blood of the Imperial Tomb Army could quell his anger and resentment.