An area of three thousand meters was far too wide. Few in the danger zone were able to pinpoint Tianming's whereabouts from his long chain attacks. Usually, before they even saw it coming, the chain would've already pierced through their mouths.

With every single swing of the chain, hundreds fell.

"Are there any more?" Tianming was covered in the blood of the Nineshades Clan.

"The dao palace will fall after we break their formation!"

"Charge!"

Their foes were still rather high spirited.

"Burn the Decimo Dao Palace down to ash! Drown them in a hellish sea of blood!"

"The Ancient Theocrats shall never perish!"

Countless people had their sights set on Tianming. 

"Never perish? Not if I have anything to say about it!"

He used the Ninesilver Astral Art—Nine Stardust. The Three-Thousand Starfield lashed out in a random, zig-zagging path that nobody could follow as it pierced through heads and bodies. A mountain of corpses was building up in front of Tianming, but Lan Huang soon submerged it underwater.

All of a sudden, a mysterious voice came...