Ying Huo, Meow Meow and Lan Huang all burst out from the cloud of smoke. When the giant beasts clashed, the cavalry was routed—the wargodeans and their lifebound beasts behind Zhan Yingying all became a bloody pulp upon contact with Lan Huang.

Zhan Yingying’s Titanic Aurum and her saintcrystal regal unicorn’s black horn got incredibly close to Tianming’s abdomen. “Die!”

Tianming’s hair fluttered and he held the Grand-Orient Sword in a two-handed grip, slashing it toward Zhan Yingying.

“Eh?” Tianming had just been planning to use Imperial Descent to meet this third-level constellier head-on. However, he didn’t expect the nine-colored scale on the Grand-Orient Sword to suddenly sparkle. One of the light rays, silver in color, merged with the Grand-Orient Sword. It seemed like a layer of liquid silver...