The two ebons and their horde of wildbeasts blocked Tianming’s way, using their abilities to stop his forward momentum.

“Yi Zhuojun, hang on, I can save you!” Tianming couldn’t go over yet, so his only option was to use his performance to give Yi Zhuojun the hope to keep on fighting. The idea seemed patently ridiculous—in this fight, how could a god bring Yi Zhuojun hope?

However, Tianming had just instakilled a low-sanctuary-class wildbeast, so the laughter of many spectators had died in their throats.

“Cousin?” Dongshen Xiaoli stared in disbelief. Is he possessed by some great hero now? The current Tianming made her realize that running...