Beastmaster of the Ages Chapter 1815 - Flute of the Fushen Clan

Chapter 1815 - Flute of the Fushen Clan

The wargodeans spiritedly slapped their chests, covered in brilliant flames. Their golden bodies were ready. It was clear that the sun emperor wouldnt hesitate to use up the power reserves of the Divine Sun Palace to burst through the defenses of the Fushen Clan and crush them to unify the sun.

Blow after blow was launched against the defensive formation, sending swathes of flames all around it. The ground cracked open and the lakes and rivers shook from the shockwaves, exterminating countless lifeforms. The shaking within the formation could be felt more and more, yet it still held up against the Divine Sun Palace’s bombardment. However, its crumbling was only a matter of time. By the time the fifty-fifth blast from the Divine Sun Palace was launched, it only had around a quarter of its power left.

The sun emperor turned around and said, "I should be able to attack eighteen more times, and I need all of you to work in concert with me. Make them feel like the world is falling upon them and crush their spirits! If there’s power left after the formation breaks, Ill aim the remaining blasts of Divine Wrath into the Fushen Clan’s crowd. That’s why I need all of you to help me save a few blasts for the end."

Though his words were plain, they managed to stoke the wargodeans’ fighting spirits. Their goal now was to help the sun emperor save a few blasts, which would be used on the Fushen Clan directly before the sixty million troops attacked.

The Divine Sun Palace’s attacks temporarily stopped as its doors opened, letting out the imposing wargodeans. They manifested their lifebound beasts and descended upon the formation like a sea of gold. Though the sun emperor’s army was mostly comprised of totemancers, he used beastmasters as the vanguard. They were a group of more than ten million beastmaster cavalry troops!

"Kill!" the wargodeans roared as they fell like golden comets. Behind them were the bluebloods, followed by thirty million celestial orderian troops. The Tianyi, Tribulator and Godblade Armies formed three formations. All of them manifested their totems, staining the sky with myriad colors. As there were four groups of totemancers, the formation of their troops was unimaginably complex. The Tianyi Army’s totems burned the hottest and were mostly made up of celestial beings. They formed a sea of raging flames. While the totems seemed to pale in comparison to Shenwu Fen’s zhurong firegods, they had far more in terms of numbers and were of rather high cultivation levels.

Surrounding the flaming totems were the unique plant totems of the soul tribulators. There were all kinds of vines, flowers, trees, and seeds. Their totems worked similarly to Xian Xian, having amazing control abilities that greatly complemented the flaming totems. The godbladers, on the other hand, had large, blade-like totems. Their troops grandly brandished their large blades up above. In a way, they were savage fighters like the wargodeans. Even though they were on the flanks, they were even more pumped about killing the enemy than the wargodeans.

Lastly, there were the bluebloods, who had the most varied totems, but most of them were themed after stars or oceans. Their totems looked incredibly refined and beautiful, but they weren’t as capable in combat as the godbladers nor as effective at support as the soul tribulators. The real reason they had been sent off to the Myriad Solar Sects to develop separately was that they didn’t have a distinguishing characteristic of their own. But now that theyd returned, they had to win the sun emperor’s approval through battle. Together, the sixty million troops’ prowess was not to be doubted. Overall, they were organized and disciplined.

In contrast, Fushen Valley had some ten million Fushen Clan members that were adept at fighting in mountainous terrain as well as Tianming’s twenty million Ninedragon Army troops. The rest of them were sourced from various third- and fourth-rate sects and weren’t too familiar with totemancers. They were used to their lazy ways and hadn’t been properly trained as troops. In a real fight, their morale probably wouldn’t hold for long, so they were the weak links in the chain. It seemed that only Tianming would be able to give them any real moral support. With the Divine Sun Palace deploying its troops, it seemed they were at the critical juncture.

The Divine Sun Palace continued gathering power. When it blasted the formation, the wargodeans and fifty million totemancers charged into the formation from the ground, swarming into the valley while weathering the formation’s attacks. The fight had finally begun for good. Tianming had already informed the troops in his astralship and the Fushen Clan about it.

"If we win, we live! If we die, we perish, and it’s not just us that perish, but our futures and hopes as well! Our kind will be ruined forever! Since the enemy took the risk of coming in, we must grasp that hope and fight back!"

Fushen Gongyi produced a jade-green flute and blew it. Though it looked rather small, it produced an incredibly sharp sound that was heard even over the noise of the battlefield. It was something like a signal horn. That instant, countless poisonous insects crawled out from between the cracks in the valley. A jade-green fog began seeping out of the sea of insects and spreading through the forests, rivers, and ravines within the formation. The black formation was stained slightly green. This was one of the many abilities of the formation, Mystic Bloodtoxin.