Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1718 - 968: Jupiter Empress, A Desolate Scroll

Previously on Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf...
The Black Gold Demon Ape and the Lonely Wolf Emperor confront the Emperor’s Son of Hao Ri, whose army of twenty million Heavenly Boundary warriors faces overwhelming pressure. Little Lone Wolf unleashes a devastating new Killing Array Map fused with a chaotic copper mirror, infusing the Hundred Battles Army with god-defying fury and disrupting the enemy's resolve. As the Wolf Group Fortune Seal exerts its oppressive force upon the stellar space, the Emperor’s Son of Hao Ri leads a desperate, final charge into the Stellar Dome. A brutal clash of essence blood and heavy weapons ensues, leaving both sides wounded as the Radiant Sun Tribe begins to collapse across the solar system.

Meanwhile, on Jupiter,

as Earth’s pitch-black Starlight Sky Pillar manifested, the Heizi Tribe, the Bright Day System, the Ice Dragon Clan, and the Undead Army Group all performed their duties with minimal effort, barely lifting a finger.

After all, once Earth completes its ascension to the stellar level, how could Jupiter hope to compete with a world that was previously on the brink of collapse?

What could Jupiter possibly use to oppose the terrifyingly skilled and immensely powerful Wolf Pack Civilization?

Consequently, this war was fought to the bitter end. The Jupiter Empress even ignited her Essence of Life, battling until Jupiter’s native forces were nearly wiped out, just to endure long enough for Jupiter’s successful ascension.

Yet, following the ascension, Jupiter was essentially a wasteland, a chaotic landscape littered with corpses.

Even the Jupiter Empress had been pushed beyond her limits. Clutching the core source of this newborn star, she gazed blankly at the firmament as emerald tears, mingled with blood, fell from her eyes.

"Hahaha, the Stellar Dome is crowded with countless geniuses, brilliant and alluring in their struggle for supremacy, yet this clash of life and death writes only a desolate portrait!"

This profound desolation of spiritual will hung in the atmosphere for a long time.

The Jupiter Empress had once watched Earth ascend to the second level and sang this same spiritual will.

At that time, however, she had merely lamented that despite the brilliance of the Wolf Lord and the Wolf Pack Civilization, they would eventually turn to dust under the Lord of the Radiant Sun’s Finger Snap Divine Power.

Contrary to her expectations, the Wolf Pack Civilization did not crumble in that conflict; instead, they emerged even more formidable.

The Wolf Lord had long since surpassed her, and now, Earth had overtaken Jupiter.

This spiritual will had become the perfect epitaph for her own bleak life.

The population of Jupiter had been reduced to less than ten percent, and those who remained were merely weakened ancestor-level species.

No words were needed; it was clear to every creature that the once-prosperous Jupiter Star Group was utterly devastated.

Their state was even more tragic than that of the Wolf Pack Civilization after the first super star war.

Because even if Earth had been ravaged and billions of species turned to ash, the twelve billion survivors of the Wolf Pack Civilization were true elite forces.

In contrast, the elite forces of the Jupiter Star Group were now completely extinguished.

The legendary generals and commanders of Jupiter had all perished in this war, sacrificed for the Empress’s ambition.

The Warlord of Jupiter fell during the defense of Saturn, his final strength spent furthering the Empress’s goals.

Bai Niaomu, who controlled thousands of information sources, also fell. When the Heizi Tribe and Undead Army Group refused to exert themselves, he roared in fury and led all his scouts to plug the gaps in Jupiter’s defensive line, preventing a total invasion.

His final cry served as a last goodbye to the Empress.

Then there was Spirit Venerate!

The Jupiter Empress’s most loyal confidant had stalled the Hao Ri Clan’s assault for over a month across the four moons. Ultimately, he sacrificed his troops and charged alone to shatter a billion-strong Hao Ri Clan army before being crushed by their overwhelming military tide.

Eternal Blue Gold had surprisingly ascended to the rank of Peak Heavenly Venerate. However, rather than fleeing upon reaching such heights, he sent a spiritual will to the Jupiter Empress: "Empress, I shall restrain the Red Sun Empire’s Peak Heavenly Venerate for one month to repay your kindness and the resources you gave me. If I survive, I will depart, and our debts to each other will be settled."

But Eternal Blue Gold had underestimated the power of the Red Sun Empire’s Peak Heavenly Venerate. He was eventually broken in the skies above Jupiter, leaving behind only faint traces of breath that would take an eternity to recover.

Nevertheless, Eternal Blue Gold’s suicidal struggle heavily injured the Red Sun Empire’s Peak Heavenly Venerate, forcing a retreat of their remaining forces.

Even the newly established female Blood Slaughter Float fought until death, completely exhausting the Divine Descent Body of the Huangwei Tree Main God and forcing the Huangwei Tree Clan to withdraw.

It is undeniable that the subordinates, generals, and elite forces of the Jupiter Empress were exceptionally loyal.

However, this conflict was inherently beyond the Jupiter Star Group’s capabilities.

Even if the Hao Ri Clan hadn't summoned outside help, it was unlikely the Jupiter Star Group would have survived.

For the sake of the Empress’s narrow ambition, these warriors and champions marched to their graves one after another!

"Hahaha, they are all gone. Why should I still merge with this stellar source? What purpose does it serve? Do I have any armies left to lead, or any generals to assist me in conquering the cosmos?"

The Jupiter Empress whispered, weeping blood into the sky.

The misery emanating from her was so profound it seemed eternal, lingering over the new star of Jupiter without fading.

As she held the stellar source, she became the very image of the desolate portrait described in her spiritual will.

In the end, the Jupiter Empress realized her ambitious dreams.

Yet, everyone who could have truly helped her conquer the wild frontiers—the unwavering elites and the brilliant generals—was dead.

Despite her success, the Empress felt no joy or triumph.

Even when the billion-strong Hao Ri Clan army sensed the shift in fortune and retreated under their ancestors' orders, the Jupiter Empress’s expression remained unchanged.

She knew that whether the Hao Ri Clan stayed or left no longer mattered.

Jupiter was in ruins. She had burned her Essence of Life until only a tiny thread remained... she was also finished.

Even if she bonded with the stellar source, recovery was an impossibility.

Meanwhile, the powerful entities from the Bright Day System, Heizi Tribe, and Undead Army Group who had sided with Jupiter observed the Empress’s state. Sensing the panic in the Hao Ri Clan’s retreat, they exchanged looks and departed.

They headed straight for the battlefield where the Wolf Pack Civilization and the Hao Ri Clan clashed.

It was obvious that the true supreme ruler of this war was about to be revealed.

As for Jupiter’s stellar source, while it was a magnificent resource, it could not be removed from this world’s system.

Anyone who attempted to seize it would face the full wrath of the future overlord.

The Jupiter Empress’s Wood Holy Spirit Body might also be considered a valuable prize,

but they allowed her a final shred of dignity and respect, befitting a female sovereign who once vied for control over the world system.

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Standing before Meng Hu, he stared down coldly, as if inspecting a corpse, devoid of any emotion.

A sense of extreme peril washed over the Invincible Fierce Tiger’s body, causing it to gasp. Feeling like a fish on the White Wolf’s chopping block, Meng Hu’s resolve nearly shattered. It could not fathom why the White Wolf hadn't killed it immediately, choosing instead to use energy to bring it from the ice layers back to the Land of Adventure. A fear of the unknown gripped Meng Hu’s heart, but in its current state of weakness, resistance was impossible. Even with its terror, being in the Land of Adventure—the White Wolf’s own domain—rendered any effort futile.

Su Lin looked down at Meng Hu with the disdain of a distant master evaluating a captured slave.

"Awoo—" Su Lin let out a low howl to the Wolf Clan members nearby, ordering them to seize the dying Siberian Tiger and secure it.

The Wolf Clan acted swiftly. Several wolves collaborated to drag Meng Hu away, his open wounds scraping against the earth and leaving a trail of blood. The crimson streak stretched from Su Lin’s paws out of the cave and into the distance.

Su Lin watched the blood trail, his gaze as tranquil as the water in a deep, still well.

Regarding the remaining Variant Species Flesh, Su Lin intended to distribute it as rewards based on merit. This was the moment all members of the Wolf Clan lived for, as nothing held more significance for them than food.