Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1834 - 1025: Whoever Wins Is the Protagonist! (Part 2)
Previously on Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf...
The formless slaughter of the Undead Army Group rampages unchecked!
Having massacred billions from the Pig Forces, the Sea of Star Sand at last uncovered their presence!
"What in the world is this? Soul Eye Tribe? No, these are undead! They don't belong to our ranks!"
A beast from the Sea of Star Sand let out a frenzied roar, only to get swiftly overwhelmed by the Undead Army Group's ruthless onslaught.
In reality, the Undead Army Group's assault targets the Divine Soul directly, a tactic that's incredibly hard for many Ancestor-level armies to counter without proper battle formations or arrays.
In a way, the Undead Army Group serves as a diluted counterpart to the Black Sun Clan!
"Ah!!! We've been tricked; this is a snare laid for us. This grand purge is turning against us instead! Push through, don't get tangled in the fight anymore!"
The instant they fully grasped the immense, boundless scale of the Undead Army Group, numbering in the tens of trillions,
The Sea of Star Sand's troops, already shaken in spirit, could no longer hold firm and started crumbling apart in every direction!
This fueled an even fiercer counterstrike from the five Great Armies!
For ever since the beast era began, the Wolf Pack Civilization's forces have known one basic fact!
The heaviest casualties and killings happen amid retreats and breakdowns!
And in this swift reversal of offense and defense, the stark gap between the Star Nebula Great Clan and the Sea of Star Sand's ragtag coalition comes into sharp focus?
Surrounded in utter desperation, the Wolf Pack Civilization burns with an even fiercer battle fervor and resolve!
Yet these makeshift armies can only claim victories when fortune favors them!
When the tide turns against them, they shatter without fail!
The term "disorganized rabble" gets perfectly illustrated here!
A corrupt regime fated to hinder the genuine rise of a Star Nebula Great Clan, even with shared aims and brutal tactics, misses any real belief worth dying for!
"Run!"
"Lords of the Sea of Star Sand, help us, don't leave us behind!"
Hit by the abrupt devastating strike, the Pig Forces fell into total disarray.
They tried to desperately latch onto the Sea of Star Sand's various units for a joint getaway, but got coldly cast aside, with some even cut down on the spot!
For in the view of these cosmic raiders, nothing matters more than preserving their own hides.
The famed grand extermination clash, after merely two surges from the Undead Army Group,
Though its overall might didn't surpass the Sea of Star Sand's assembled power, it fell apart just like that with ease.
Right after, the Wolf Pack Civilization's core troops didn't spare a look at this chaos and pressed on through the stars at Heavenly Venerate speeds, aiming straight for the thirty-sixth outpost.
This spectacle caught the attention of every faction watching.
The gaze of the Veteran Peak Heavenly Venerate from the Bright Day System carried deep gravity and respect for the Wolf Pack Civilization, plus dread and reverence for the Wolf Lord!
For it has to be admitted, even he, much like the leaders of the Soul Eye and Illusion Ghost Tribes, wouldn't endure a single strike from the Wolf Lord's twelve-color fusion furnace crush!
Thankfully, though, he commanded the genuine crack troops he'd brought from the Bright Day System!
Unlike the junk mobs from the Sea of Star Sand that buckled at the first sign of trouble!
"Hmph! Nothing but useless sludge that won't stick together!"
The Veteran Peak Heavenly Venerate from the Bright Day System gave a cold huff but held his forces in place.
After all, this was just one front, so even if the Wolf Pack Civilization triumphed here, what of it?
The scattered survivors and broken ranks alone would demand centuries from the Wolf Pack Civilization to mop up and secure.
And the other two—no, actually three—battlegrounds still hung in the balance!
Across the four fronts, the Wolf Pack Civilization had claimed an early victory in one!
But the field with the Hao Ri Princess had already been pulled deep into the cosmic void!
He was eager to witness how the Wolf Lord would pull off their rescue!
As for the fates of the leftover three battlefields? That remained anyone's guess!
And the two Peak Heavenly Venerates from the Red Sun Empire, seeing such a colossal warzone with almost a hundred trillion troops, only to watch it thrown into turmoil and flight by a mere two assaults from the Wolf Pack Civilization,
This elevated their prior scorn for the Sea of Star Sand to new heights!
Still, they recognized the Sea of Star Sand held more layers than met the eye, and for the Wolf Pack Civilization to fully conquer it, the game-changing move that seals the outcome might still lie ahead!
Up to now, even this massive clash on the scale of a hundred trillion in starry devastation counted as mere preliminary clashes beyond the primary armies of either side!
Wangshu Edge Zone!
The Red Sun Empire stands as one unchallenged hegemon!
The Bright Day System claims another!
Beyond those, no third power truly qualifies as a dominant force!
And this showdown among Star Nebula Great Clans could very well forge that missing third powerhouse!
But who might emerge as that third? Who leads this epic conflict?
No fixed hero exists! The victor claims the spotlight!
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Little Lone Wolf tasked two Beta Wolves with hauling Meng Hu’s body away, while the massive Mad Thunder Skyhawk got assigned to ten Hai Wolves for transport, since its sheer bulk demanded ten wolves to manage it—they simply couldn't think of another way to bring it home.
Little Lone Wolf proclaimed the Mad Thunder Skyhawk as prime meat reserved solely for Su Lin, and Su Lin raised no complaints, as it matched his own plans. Su Lin had zero intention of dividing such a scarce and precious prize like the Mad Thunder Skyhawk among the pack.
For starters, the Lead Wolves' levels were far too modest to handle the Mad Thunder Skyhawk's overwhelming energy, and besides, Su Lin required heaps of Variant Species Flesh to advance, so facing a top-tier specimen like this, he wouldn't pass it up.
En route, Su Lin guided the Wolf Pack in a thunderous charge, nearly cracking the ice beneath and rustling the foliage wildly, with a dominant aura trailing the White Wolf Pack as they surged toward the Land of Adventure.
Hidden among the undergrowth, stealthy Predators lifted their eyes in caution, tracking the White Wolf's form intently. In their senses, an overpowering vibe that defied resistance filled them with dread; without their primal instincts as beasts, this crushing weight might have forced them to yield right at the White Wolf's paws.
Certain advanced Variant Species Beasts detected the surging energy pulses, peeking out to stare at the hurtling White Wolf Pack, noting at its rear a cluster of White Wolves lugging a huge enigmatic form—the fallen Mad Thunder Skyhawk, in fact.
The potent essence lingering in the dead Mad Thunder Skyhawk proved taxing even for those White Wolves, who strained with clenched jaws to bear it. No wonder the far-off Variant Species spectators brimmed with wonder in their stares.
What kind of mighty creature could fell such a fearsome Mad Thunder Skyhawk, then boldly display its remains en route to the Land of Adventure?
Under the stunned looks from the Predators, a White Wolf of even greater might burst forth, moving too fast for clear sight, merely a hazy white streak flashing past like a specter, until it perched on a distant ridge, raising a howl to the heavens, directing the White Wolf Pack deeper into the Arctic wilds...
This sight etched itself forever into the thoughts of countless Predators, probably ensuring that silver-white White Wolf outline lingered in their memories for life, impossible to erase.
For that White Wolf might just be the fiercest entity of any kind they'd ever crossed paths with, its horrifying power driving them to steer clear, while its haughty, authoritative gaze sparked sheer alarm!
Does this embody true power?
Plenty of Predators resolved from that point to hone their edges and ferocity, stalking hunts to build their might, aspiring to trail that silver-white White Wolf shadow, fully aware deep down it was a pinnacle beyond their grasp in this existence. Yet for them, the mighty one becomes their guiding pursuit!
And none of this did Su Lin have the slightest inkling about.