Tianming knew that everyone within the Inkwell Sea's formation was looking at him with fear-filled gazes. The Black Panther Army had a simple mission: whenever divine astralships emerged from the formation, those would be their targets. Otherwise, they would pummel away at the formation itself!

"Commence the third wave!" Lin Xiaoxiao commanded. The army's movements were accurately controlled by standards and drums. Thanks to the fact that the clan's army was well coordinated, they had a huge advantage on the battlefield.

"Lin Xiaoxiao, eh?" Tianming could feel from her voice that she was a heroic and dashing woman. While her name sounded nice and fluffy, her actual person...