Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1808 - 1012: Cockroach Army Group vs. Silicate Stone Men 2
Previously on Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf...
Thus, the complete Undying Cockroach Army Group assembled the Ice Cold Star Array, signaling the dawn of the Wolf Pack Civilization!
At present, this array has ascended to the Quasi-Sky Realm; though its rank might appear quite modest,
bolstered by the immense horde of cockroaches, this simple Quasi-Sky Realm Fortune Formation radiates the might to annihilate innumerable stars!
Bang!
Instantly, the two forces smashed together, unleashing a titanic confrontation involving forces numbering in the tens of trillions, rendering the earlier skirmish mere child's play.
Amid this scale of monumental conflict, the surrounding starry expanse spanning tens of billions of kilometers gets engulfed and ravaged by the surging battle waves.
During the fierce bloodbath, the Silicon Stone People Clan's defenses truly hit their zenith.
Despite numerous frail cockroaches slipping through the cracks in their formation,
scaling across the Stone People Clan entirely, with venom already soaking their forms, not a trace seeped in.
And through one mere shudder, the Silicon Stone People Clan pulverized hordes of those puny cockroaches.
They had simply misjudged the resilience of these cockroaches.
Cockroaches that hadn't advanced to a fresh species were almost unbreakable,
and even when fragmented into shards, leaving just the head, skeleton, and talons, they clawed desperately to obscure the eyes and vital points.
A distinct deathly essence enveloped them, disrupting the spiritual awareness of the Silicon Stone People Clan.
Confronting other insect groups, the Silicon Stone People Clan would triumph no matter the odds.
For their protective shell was authentically overwhelming, surpassing peers by a wide margin!
A Heavenly Venerate Level Silicon Stone Person could endure multiple strikes from the Godspeed Golden Eagle’s piercing stare before its shielding ability cracked.
Destroying a Silicon Stone Person proved even tougher, given their composition of pure silicon stone!
Yet they opposed the Undying Cockroach Army Group!
This Undying Cockroach Army Group had evolved into the Star Sky Insect Clan, undergoing close to ten mutations in the last ten thousand years, and dozens additional in recent times.
They had discarded nearly all the frailties typical of insect clans long ago!
Even at this juncture, beyond the Fortune Formation's enhancement, the Roach Emperor’s resounding cry drew strands of stellar energy enveloping the whole Undying Cockroach Army Group!
This marks the uprising of the Star Sky Insect Clan, acquiring stellar power's favor via pure mutation, without needing destiny etched into the Star Core.
Such a feat defies natural order and defies reason!
But... that's the essence of the insect clan!
This is the starry sky insect clan destined, upon full maturity, to haunt every major clan's nightmares!
Upon demise, the Undying Cockroach emits an essence that severs the awareness and soul essence of outsiders.
This essence at first appears trivial, yet as combat escalates to frenzy, foes discover their senses and spirit utterly blinded.
In that instant, their vision and senses get overrun by those barely-alive lesser cockroaches.
Though the Silicon Stone People Clan persists, this cloaked perception crushes the mental fortitude of most beings.
Moreover, while the Undying Cockroach Clan's evolved acidic venom failed to erode the Silicon Stone People Clan's barriers right away,
the sheer volume of the cockroach forces leveraged the Fortune Formation to pulverize these psychologically shattered Silicon Stone People Clan members, now unable to maintain formations, into dust.
Kill!
The fight had barely started yet raged with savage intensity.
Still, the carnage favored the Undying Cockroaches, with endless cockroaches getting demolished, spraying vast amounts of emerald fluid across the void.
Numerous ravenous Silicon Stone People ignored if these raw cockroach remains were poisonous, mimicking the Roach Emperor by ripping and devouring them alive.
"Hahaha, bring it on, Golden Cockroach! Now it's our moment! Forming ’force’ at just Late Nine Heavens is truly impressive for your era! Yet that ’force’ alone can't close the divide between us!"
The Silicon Stone Man King, anticipating a sweep through the Undying Cockroach Army on the field, brimmed with vigor as he barreled directly at the Roach Emperor.
Distinct from Sky Star Strong Bandits like Cinder Sky Howl, he exuded a noble presence yet wielded ruthless tactics.
Still, the Silicon Stone Man King overlooked that as he flaunted his Ten Heavens prowess, aiming to dominate through sheer might,
a Nightmare Commander at Late Stage Ten Heavens, the Black Sun clan's mightiest, observed him covertly.
The scale that could traverse the cosmos and effortlessly breach defenses shy of Half-step Taboo hovered near the Nightmare Commander.
The Nightmare Army, equipped with over a hundred million Star Stone Mechas and myriad Star Energy Weapons, watched the fray in silence beneath the Blood Refining Array's veil.
Their gazes held no feeling, just boundless Phantom Demon will and chilling kill lust.
No feeble fighters existed in the Nightmare Army; every member stood at Third Heaven or higher.
Paired with the gear from countless Star Stone Mechas and Star Energy Weapons, they ranked as elites in the vast Blazing Nebula and a genuine top-tier force.
Nevertheless, after a brief silent vigil, this elite force showed no urge to engage, and the foremost Nightmare Commander turned his sight to a remote stellar void.
Though no presence registered, a subtle instinct signaled caution.
It felt as if another elite force lurked at this apparent secure range, observing the clash with a horrifying scale.
....
Little Lone Wolf declared this Mad Thunder Skyhawk as Su Lin’s personal prize, and Su Lin voiced no dissent. This aligned with his plans, since a prized asset like the Mad Thunder Skyhawk wasn't meant for distribution among other alpha wolves.
For one, these alpha wolves' tiers were too modest to handle the Mad Thunder Skyhawk's colossal vitality, and besides, Su Lin required ample mutant beast meat for his advancements. He wouldn't relinquish such potent mutant flesh.
En route, Su Lin guided the wolf pack in a thunderous charge over the terrain, almost cracking the ice sheets, while flora along their path trembled wildly. A dominant presence trailed the White Wolf Pack as they surged toward the Land of Adventure.
Foliage concealed itself, as predators in hiding did too, their stares sharpening in wary alertness, pupils locking onto the White Wolf’s form. In their senses, a crushing presence stirred terror deep within. Were it not for their primal ferocity, they might have yielded beneath the White Wolf’s paws amid such immense dominance.
Certain advanced mutant beasts detected the enormous energy surge, emerging to peer at the dashing White Wolf Pack from a distance, noting a few White Wolves hauling a gigantic, enigmatic corpse at the pack's rear—the fallen Mad Thunder Skyhawk.
The immense force lingering in the slain Mad Thunder Skyhawk hadn't faded, and even multiple White Wolves strained to bear it collectively, scarcely managing, much less the distant mutant onlookers whose eyes widened in shock.
What immense power was required to fell a being of such staggering might as the Mad Thunder Skyhawk and boldly transport its remains to the Land of Adventure?
Amid the predators' stunned gazes, the White Wolf pressed on, revealing even deeper might. Its velocity blurred beyond clear sight, manifesting as a fleeting pale blur that ghosted by like a specter, vanishing instantly only to resurface on a far-off ridge, baying at the heavens, steering the White Wolf Pack into the Arctic's heart...
This spectacle etched itself eternally into many predators' minds; for life, they'd recall that gleaming silver-white White Wolf figure, an image forever etched.
For this White Wolf might stand as the fiercest entity they'd ever faced, its horrifying prowess immeasurable, and its regal, scornful gaze evoking pure awe!
Does this embody true power?
Countless predators grew more ruthless in their hunts after this, fueling their drive for might, chasing that silver-white White Wolf image, aware in their cores it was an unattainable peak. Still, for them, such a mighty figure represented their supreme aspiration!