Chapter 4392 - Ashuran Ancestral Curse

There had never been a better chance than this. In such an emergency, no one was capable of coming to support this place anymore.

Imperatores Yinne and Ming flanked Tianming, manifesting their cosmic constellations to attack. In front of him was an endless white sea of stars; behind lay a black sea of stars. They were like twin mountains clamping Tianming between them in an instant.

The power of two Realm of Order imperatores suppressed Tianming’s damaged skypole stars, making them rattle alarmingly.

Ninety-seven pale-white eyes erupted with countless rays that burned the skypole stars, while behind Tianming, enormous black primalwings blotted out the heavens, enclosing him tightly and forming a black abyss that prevented anyone from approaching.

The undying aeternal elders had already been summoned by Tianming, yet for the moment none of them could break through the Imperator Yinne’s sky-covering primalwings.

“Imperator Mo, it’s your turn!” The two imperatores reminded him almost simultaneously.

When the universe’s strongest old veterans resorted to a sudden, carefully designed ambush to slaughter a single young man, it was indeed hard to fail.

Moreover, Imperator Mo did not give Tianming the slightest chance to breathe. He had already spread his palms. The left hand bore forty-nine compound eyes, while the right had fifty, making ninety-nine blood-veined eyes in total.

His strongest warbeasts were held within those eyes.

His palms produced into countless blood-red vortices from which ninety-nine terrifying wildbeasts burst forth. They arranged themselves above Tianming into a formation of ninety-nine giant beasts.

Imperator Mo’s warbeasts came in all sorts of shapes: birds, beasts, insects, fish, plants, and all kinds of special creatures. However, they shared one identical trait: each bore peculiar crimson patterns. Those patterns were like exposed blood vessels that surged with a vicious and limitless curse power.

“Ninety-nine accursed beasts!” Imperator Ming said in deep awe.

“Add in his Divine Limit Eyes, and you have the strongest curse in history to brand this kid. We can completely refine his bloodline into a puppet. He hasn’t grown yet, so this is the perfect moment!” Imperator Yinne laughed coldly.

They were willing to sacrifice six billion of their clansmen for a single Li Tianming.

The wonderians and the devas didn’t participate?

It didn’t matter.

Starfall and Sundown withdrew?

Then they had no share in it.

Only a counterattack born of utter desperation had the highest chance of success. Forced to the brink, these three imperatores had brewed an exceptionally ruthless plan.

The vanguard hostages were gone.

The forty-nine undying aeternal elders could not even break through the Imperator Yinne’s wings.

Just relying solely on the skypole stars, Tianming was far from being the match of any single imperator. At this very moment, the white light from the Imperator Ming’s eyes was blasting hole after hole in the skypole stars and directly threatening Tianming himself.

Above Tianming, the ninety-nine accursed beasts threw back their heads and roared, each offering a single drop of heart’s blood. Without a word, Imperator Mo shot two beams of blood-light from the Divine Limit Eyes in his palms. The two beams merged with the blood, frantically devouring their power.

“The Ashuran Ancestral Curse! It’s done...” Imperator Yinne was so excited that her voice cracked.

“Open a path for Imperator Mo!” Imperator Ming roared, forcibly a breach in the skypole stars to allow the curse through.

Condensed from the curse power of all the accursed beasts and the Divine Limit Eyes, the blood directly took a form in Tianming’s likeness. This was a curse that invaded every middlekin astron and altered everything about a person.

The three imperatores acted in perfect coordination. It was so fast that Tianming had no time to react. He was suppressed, allowing crimson blood instantly flooding over his entire body.

“It’s done!” Imperatores Yinne and Ming couldn’t help but burst into wild laughter despite their status.

“Congratulations, Imperator Mo,” the two said excitedly.

“Don’t release him yet. Wait until the curse fully fuses into every one of his middlekin astrons, lest there be an accident,” Imperator Mo suppressed his excitement and told the two.

“No problem,” Imperator Ming replied.

“Imperator Mo is always so cautious. At this point, how could there possibly be any—” Imperator Yinne was still laughing when...

Suddenly, the blood surging over Tianming’s body vanished. All the curse power seemed to pour into a bottomless pit and completely disappeared.

As if nothing had happened, Tianming stretched lazily. He looked up at the three imperatores and asked, “Did you travel all this way to give me supplements for my body? Can’t say it’s too bad. Got any more?”

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