"The Pranic Beasts have breached the wall!" A soldier standing atop a city wall screamed as he thrust with his spear, unleashing a fiery radiance that melted his opponent. He was merely in his teens, but despite that, his cultivation displayed he was in the Body Stage, with a significant level of development at that.

It was apparent that he was a genius cultivator. But that didn't matter against the horde of Pranic Beasts that continued to swarm the city wall. He was the sole cultivator at the Body Stage. Everyone else was in the Spirit Stage, with very weak levels of Prana and training.

The majority of them didn't even have a cultivation technique.

There once existed a mighty Empire that had lived on for close to a millennium. Unfortunately for it, the Empire was blessed with three peerless talents among its royalty. When two of the three reached adulthood and began to contest for the throne, their supporters were split in two.

Both princes were equally worthy to inherit the throne, possessing talent far superior to their ancestors, not to mention radiating an aura of grace and leadership that caused followers to gather around them.

The Empire was divided into two factions and conflicts began to emerge, only growing more and more vicious as the two princes entered the Life Stage and truly became part of the powerhouses.

The third genius price was still a child when the first two genius princes fought for the throne. The mighty Empire was plunged into civil war. With both sides equally matched, the result was catastrophic, ending in mutual destruction.

With their loss in power, the Empire could no longer hoard and lord upon as large a land area as they did before. The perceived hit to their military might resulted in an invasion of Pranic Beast hordes, culling their population further.

The sole survivor among the royalty was the third genius prince who gathered whatever resources he could and flew the region with his followers. Their Empire land was too dangerous as more than a dozen Gold Grade Pranic Beasts fought for ownership of the place.

They fled to a weak region bereft of resources to create the Sagar Kingdom, which basically consisted of one city. The region's lack of resources meant the strength of Pranic Beasts was equally limited.

But that didn't mean they were useless. They had numbers on their side. Consuming humans resulted in more benefits than the region provided. Hence, they invaded the city daily.

Pretty much everyone with power had participated in the civil war and died in the process, either at the hands of a cultivator from the opposing faction or the horde of Pranic Beasts under the leadership of Gold Grade Pranic Beasts at the end.

Gann-Sagar, the sole surviving prince and royalty of the fallen Empire and the current ruler of Sagar Kingdom. He was only a teen but as the sole cultivator at the Body Stage, the responsibility lay in his hands to protect his people.

"Attack!" Followed by a roar, Gann-Sagar slashed forth with his spear, causing flames to burst and condense into an elongated blade that severed through dozens of Pranic Beasts like a laser. It hardly put a dent in the horde, 'Shit! Why are there so many today?'

The battered wall began to collapse one after another, causing more and more Pranic Beasts to flood the city. As the people screamed in fright from their shelter, Gann-Sagar became more and more desperate, "Fight!"

"Protect everyone!"

"Civilians! Arm yourself!" He roared, "No matter how weak you are, attack the Pranic Beasts. Just keep them at bay long enough for the soldiers to finish them off!"

His cries barely did anything. After all, if they had enough soldiers to fight, the walls wouldn't have been breached in the first place. People began to die in droves, making him despair further.

But when it seemed like their end was near, blood began to drip from the sky like rain, stunning everyone. Suddenly, the Pranic Beasts shredding apart the citizens like paper began to tremble in fright, feeling the presence of an overlord.

"What is happening?" Gann-Sagar was confused by the situation, but he didn't dilly-dally with the thoughts. Upon seeing the Pranic Beasts tremble in fright, he took action, "They're hesitant! Kill them!"

His figure flickered through the streets, efficiently puncturing the heads of the Pranic Beasts one after another, clearly experienced with the process.

As the number of Pranic Beasts rushing through the broken walls stopped, the soldiers were able to catch their breath and focus on eliminating all enemies within the city.

"Grrr!" After puncturing the head of the last Pranic Beast, Gann-Sagar rushed to an intact portion of the city wall and climbed it up, noticing the blood rain grow intense in that short period. When he reached the top, he finally understood the cause.

In the centre of the horde of Pranic Beasts was a girl, a couple of years younger than him. In her hand was a mace, with the shaft attached to a three-metre-long chain. The weapon seemed to be made of bone and was insanely tough.

Holding the end of the shaft, the girl spun like a Beyblade, grinding through the horde like a meat grinder. The bodies of the Pranic Beasts splattered into blood mist upon impact with the mace that seemed to weigh as much as a hill.

It couldn't be defended against, resulting in a slaughter so violent that the blood of the Pranic Beasts fell down like rain, a torrential downpour at that.

The girl seemed to be venting her anger as she continued to spin nonstop, mowing through the horde without a moment's rest, "W-Who is she?"

"Is she human?"

"Can a human even become that strong?"

The soldiers climbed the walls and clamoured at the sight, staring agape at one individual mercilessly slaughtering the horde of Pranic Beasts that numbered in the tens of thousands. She seemed sickly, malnourished even. But despite that, her enemies were like helpless packs of ants crushed under the mighty legs of an elephant.

Even in a human form, the might of an Empyrean Tusk was unsurpassable. When more than half the horde was slaughtered, the remainder fled in fear, bringing an abrupt end to the invasion.

As the soldiers cheered in relief, Gann-Sagar stared at the blood rain trickle down to a halt, commenting upon the individual sanding amidst the land covered in blood as if a bloody river had flooded the region, "She's like a Goddess."

"A Goddess that rains blood."