Beastmaster of the Ages

"We're already sick of seeing these boring old battles day after day," said the long-haired youth with a coquettish voice.

"Well, keep watching even if you're bored," said the shiva variant with a stern glare. "I already told you in advance that we have to stay here to help the fools from the Ten Desolate Starforges get revenge. We also need to secure this path in preparation for the war with the Primordial Sands to give us an extra edge. No matter what, we need to keep this territory occupied. As the top figure under five hundred years old in Blackscatter, it falls to me to do so."

"Alright, fine. You say the same thing every time.... Hmph," said the bald specter. Tianming almost threw up at the wimpy display.

"Ughh.... Damn it!" Even though this was their local culture, Tianming just couldn't bring himself to accept it. It creeped him out far too much. By now, he had charged into the black fortress openly and appeared before the merry-making devas.

"It's him!"

"Kill him!"

Tianming had been taking action to piss them off over the years, so their rage immediately soared at the sight of him.

"Hehehe...." The shiva variant pushed the men beside her away and rose like a mountain. Tianming appeared slender compared to her; even one of her arms looked thicker than Tianming's waist. "In a rush to die, I see."

With a loud boom, she stomped and jumped into the air, shaking the entire fortress. Tianming felt as if a divine astralship was flying toward him! She looked far too large! "An eighth-level cosmic god of the imperial lineage! That's even more elite than Qin Wangchuan!"

Both of them were top geniuses of their starforges, and both were devas. Yet, the gap between them was large. Fortunately, Tianming had made much progress since then. Their duel attracted nearly ten thousand devas around them, but they didn't gang up on him on the order of the shiva variant. Instead, they informed those from the other starforges to form a dense wall that sealed off Tianming's escape route.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" they chanted, throwing out fists rhythmically as they glared at Tianming with bloodshot eyes. The shiva-variant deva roared and transformed into her three-headed, six-armed form. Her skin was entirely pitch black. Sharp fangs burst through her thick, powerful lips. Her face contorted as her chest muscles seemingly doubled in size. It was as if this was a lifeform that had been engineered to be a weapon.