Beastmaster of the Ages Chapter 1817 -Before Extermination

Chapter 1817 – Before Extermination

This time, the blast was more powerful than before. As the fiery light illuminated Fushen Valley, it turned as bright as daytime. The warriors’ faces turned deathly pale. As the terrifying power swept across the valley, the earth shook and the mountains toppled, burying numerous lifebound beasts and insects. Fissures in the ground greatly affected the three hundred million gods. Many were crushed to death by the falling rocks, while buildings and formations were destroyed. In the dark, it was as if the end of the world had arrived. The chaos interrupted the Fushen Clan’s flutes for at least ten breaths. The enormous flame pillar and golden head had finally torn at their defenses and planted the fear of annihilation in their hearts.

This was war—fighting on the ground and explosions in the sky! Blood, tears, pain, and fear filled their hearts. The sun emperor towered above all like an ancient god in control of everything. Without the fifty million elites wielding the power of the formation, the Divine Sun Palace’s fifty-sixth Divine Wrath rocked the Nonacrypt Fushen Formation, alarming the Fushen Clan and Imperial Tomb Army. Even if they were to decimate the Divine Palace Army on the ground, the Divine Sun Palace in the sky would still destroy the formation and negate any advantage they gained. With the boost in morale, the Divine Palace Army could launch a counterattack and slaughter the Fushen Clan.

It was the most frightening, most dangerous moment. The shadow of death and extermination of their clan hung over them like a cloud. Like a fiery dagger, it pierced their hearts. The fear and pain was enough to send them spiraling down a dark path and lose all hope. The golden head in the sky had become their nightmare. Amidst the silence, the sound of heavy breathing filled the battlefield. With dry mouths and pale faces, they heaved deep breaths to ease the fear inside. This latest attack had hammered at their hearts.

However, Tianming was soon moved to tears as the sound of a flute picked up once more. In an instant, the flutes sounded one after another like sparks that lit a prairie fire, setting their hearts ablaze. With all their strength, every member of the Fushen Clan played the ear-piercing tune. They wanted to tell their enemy that they weren’t afraid of death; they weren’t about to surrender!

“Do you hear that?!” Fushen Gongyi’s hoarse voice filled the sky. “They want to destroy our clan. They want to kill us all! What gives them the right? Just because they’ve become running dogs for those stronger than us? Does that give them the right to decide the life and death of millions and exterminate an entire clan?” Throwing his head back, Fushen Gongyi roared with laughter. Like a madman, he jumped up and down among the crowd.

“Come on then!” As he shouted, his expression turned vicious. “Young ones! Children! Brothers! My fellow compatriots! Let’s show them how ruthless we are. We’ll give them a fight to the death! If we don’t want our corpses to fill the valley, if we don’t want our legacy to end in this generation, if we don’t want to turn into ashes and disappear from the face of the sun, if we want our bloodline to continue—” Taking a deep breath, he played the flute. Then, using all his strength, he let out an ear-splitting roar of fury. “Kill! Kill them all! We’ll fight to the very last drop of blood in our bodies. The Fushen Clan may come to an end, but before that I want every wargodean dead! I want their families destroyed, their race obliterated!” Face red, he exhausted all his strength playing the flute. The sound of the flute was even louder than the Divine Wrath, like a curved blade tearing a hole in the darkness.

Tianming was amazed. The scene weighed heavy on his heart. The Fushen Clan’s passion inspired the Imperial Tomb Army, infecting them with the same emotion. Even if they were to die, they wouldn’t have any regrets fighting on behalf of such a clan. Tianming got Lan Huang to help. When the sound of the flute was the loudest, he turned to the others and roared. “We have a chance at victory! The Divine Sun Palace can only launch an attack in the time it takes for a hundred breaths. All we have to do is anticipate its attack and prepare in advance. We have an opportunity to pulverize them in the interval between two attacks. We’ll see if they die or the formation falls first!” A hundred breaths! That was enough time. With their current advantage on the ground, Tianming believed they had more than a fifty percent chance of victory, perhaps even sixty percent considering their uncontrollable rage.

“Sun Emperor, you may be meticulous, but at the end of the day, you’re still too cocky. You think the celestial orderians are the only ones meant to dominate! You may be the race of the imperials, but can you predict how strong a clan’s fighting spirit is in the face of extermination?”

By mingling with those at the bottom and connecting to their hearts through Omnisentient Threads, Tianming deeply understood that all life was worthy of respect, what more a clan that ranked seventh on the myriad sect ranking. Enemies had come to exterminate the Fushen Clan in their own territory. The latter didn’t have the option of surrendering or retreating; they were forced to kill to survive. How powerful an opponent would they be? Although the celestial orderians didn’t know the answer, Tianming could see it in their eyes and hear it in the sound of the flutes.

He was about to go mad, but even so, he was still calmer than Fushen Gongyi. He was the trigger for the Fushen Clan’s rage, while Tianming gave them reason. The interval between the Divine Sun Palace’s Divine Wrath was an opportunity to slaughter them.