Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1720 - 969: Exhausted Forces, Battle to the Death

The Serpent Emperor, valuing potential above all else, attempted one final time to convince Hao Qing to surrender. He promised that by submitting to the Wolf Clan Civilization, Hao Qing would be granted the title of War Emperor, his life would be spared, and a seat among the elite ranks would be his.

Hao Qing’s only response to this offer was a fit of boisterous, defiant laughter.

His final words before death—“I would rather my faithful soul be scattered across the cosmos than crawl before wolves”—served as the most striking testament to his character.

In this Super Star War, it appeared as though every faction had assembled their finest tacticians and commanders, fielding an unparalleled lineup of talent.

However, victory is a narrow path, and it was the fate of many legendary generals to perish beneath the blood-soaked stars of this firmament.

The Battle of the Radiant Sun Star!

What initially seemed like a mere vanguard raid—defined by arson, slaughter, and pillaging—turned out to be a confrontation as fierce as any major theater of war.

The brutality here was absolute.

The Nightmare Army’s elites sustained casualties exceeding thirty percent; they were unable to maintain their position on the Radiant Sun Star and were eventually driven out.

Despite this, they successfully plundered a vast hoard of high-level resources and used a heavenly ruler to disrupt and scatter a large portion of the Radiant Sun Tribe’s Destiny Stone.

Furthermore, out of several Star Sky Mother Ship groups, only a single one managed to retreat.

Meanwhile, over twenty million heavenly troops commanded by the Neptune Warlord were decimated while holding off the returning Great Army of the Radiant Sun Tribe, a sacrifice that served the Wolf Clan Civilization immensely.

Truly, without the Neptune Warlord’s defensive stand, the Nightmare Army and various independent experts might have been permanently entombed within the Radiant Sun Star.

Throughout the last century, the Lonely Wolf Emperor, Serpent Emperor, Roach Emperor, and numerous rogue powerhouses—alongside Shadow Demon’s Black Sun Clan and the Undead Army Group—launched multiple assaults on the Radiant Sun Star, yet every attempt met with failure.

Ultimately, the Radiant Sun Star is a Level 5 Star. Attempting to subdue such a formidable world in just a hundred years is nothing short of a pipe dream.

Since the Wolf Clan Civilization was fighting from a position of numerical or structural inferiority, a swift conquest was even more improbable.

Nevertheless, the leaders of the Wolf Clan Civilization recognized that this conflict could not be halted!

To stop now would mean that any future attempt to take the Radiant Sun Star would require a fourth Super Star War and the sacrifice of tens of trillions of soldiers.

Even though the Radiant Sun Star was heavily scarred, its core foundation remained functional, capable of producing limitless resources, Fortune, and Dao Rhythm.

Furthermore, the returning military forces had swelled to over two trillion, including a total of four hundred million heavenly troops.

In terms of raw numbers, the Radiant Sun Tribe still held supremacy over the entire stellar system!

Such is the enduring might of a top-tier star!

If the siege were lifted, there is no telling how much more powerful a population of two trillion backed by such a foundation could become.

This reality compelled the Wolf Clan Civilization to maintain their relentless harassment and siege of the Radiant Sun Tribe.

Yet, the Radiant Sun Tribe continues to hold its ground.

The fact that their Destiny Stone has not yet fully shattered proves that the Lord of the Radiant Sun, though suppressed, has not been killed by the Wolf Lord.

Bound to the source of the Radiant Sun Star, he cannot be easily erased as long as the star itself survives.

The star’s source functions, in a sense, as a diminished Fate Altar.

Emperor Hao Ri has resumed his role as Co-Lord, commanding the remnants of the Radiant Sun Tribe’s Great Army. They continue to clash violently with the Wolf Civilization’s forces—who are armed with countless Star Energy Weapons—and the various Star Nebula Great Clans that have defected to the wolves.

The conflict has ground into a bitter stalemate.

During this deadlock,

Qing Ming, acting as the envoy for the "Unspeakable," had been transmitting detailed reports of these events back to her branch.

Looking out over the nearly ruined stellar system, she let out a heavy sigh.

Even someone of Qing Ming’s status could not recall the last time a war for hegemony had reached such levels of depravity.

Both sides were on the brink of total exhaustion,

yet they refused to stop, driven by the fear that the enemy might find a moment to recover.

It was a display of pure, unadulterated stubbornness!

Though Qing Ming was considered a genius and a "fiend" within the protected halls of the "Unspeakable," this was her first time witnessing the reality of an unyielding war to the death.

"What a waste. So many generals, Overlords, and Emperors in this system were destined for greatness. It is a tragedy they were born into such a chaotic era. I feel especially for the Lord of the Radiant Sun and the Nightmare; their plight is regrettable. However, if the Wolf Lord fails to kill the Lord of the Radiant Sun, I may petition the branch again. The Level 5 Star source within him is a prize that far exceeds the value of the Extreme Heaven Realm for our Unspeakable!"

At that moment, Qing Ming resembled a flickering cloud of cold, ethereal light hovering over the devastated system, her spiritual will vibrating with a soft sigh.

This stellar system, which should have been a mundane place far from the Star Core, had hosted events that defied her logic.

Three Suns shared the same sky!

An entire system pushed to depletion!

A war that skipped all formalities and went straight to a decisive, never-ending struggle!

All these occurrences...

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Having concluded the distribution of rewards for the Wolf and Bear Clans, Su Lin turned his focus toward Sander and Tiffany. He had long foreseen that these two humans would align themselves with the Wolf Clan to ensure their own survival.

Su Lin planned to groom these two as his human proxies, providing them with significant incentives. He granted them two hundred pounds of meat, a supply sufficient to sustain them for quite some time.

Sander and Tiffany were stunned by the gesture, their hearts swelling with appreciation for the White Wolf; they hadn't expected such a bounty for their role in the fight.

Sander reflected on his past in the Human Fortress, where he was a low-level nobody subjected to constant mockery. In a society starved of resources, the highly sought-after Variant Species Flesh was reserved for the elite or the strongest New Humans, leaving him with nothing. Comparing his past life to his current situation, he felt his choice was vindicated.

Tiffany’s experience was similar; she had been treated as a mere tool by those in power. Like many of her peers, she was an expendable asset to the high-ranking officials. The lack of any rescue attempt during their time in the Arctic had left her bitter and cold toward her own kind. Seeing that she could earn fresh Variant Species Flesh through her own contributions to the Wolf Clan, both she and Sander reached the same silent conclusion.

Su Lin watched them closely. Their thankfulness appeared sincere, which was exactly what he wanted. He correctly surmised that with human civilization crumbling during the Ice Age, even a small act of kindness would secure the unwavering loyalty of these two. It was an incredibly cost-effective investment.

In his eyes, only a sense of awe remained.

What kind of mighty entity could slaughter a creature as powerful as the Mad Thunder Skyhawk and then boldly drag its remains toward the Land of Adventure?

While the other Predators watched in terror, the White Wolf—possessing even more overwhelming power—made his appearance. He moved with such incredible velocity that he was nothing more than a blurring white streak, vanishing like a ghost. When they could finally see again, the White Wolf was standing on a distant ridge. He let out a howl to the heavens, leading his pack further into the Arctic depths...

The image burned itself into the minds of the Predators, a memory they would carry forever. They would never forget that silver-white silhouette.

To them, the White Wolf was the most terrifying being they had ever encountered. His sheer power made them want to hide, and the authority in his gaze struck cold fear into their souls!