Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1854 - 1036: Annihilating the Guilty! (Part 2)

The chaotic starry sky unleashed by the Future Body created utter turmoil; though numerous strikes targeted one spot, it still tore open a enormous rift within the Extreme Heaven Realm battle formation.

Indeed, the Extreme Heaven Realm battle formation boasted impressive healing and endurance powers, yet it simply couldn't mend that one area so rapidly in mere moments.

And right after the Extreme Heaven Realm battle formation suffered this huge rift at last, beyond Su Lin’s immense Illusion Demon Divine Thought pouring inside to disrupt and massacre the invading Sinners Army,

the seventh strike of the chaotic starry sky descended!

The Seventh Move: The Return to the Abyss!

This stands as Su Lin’s own devised supreme finishing technique!

Bang!

Through this strike, the whole starry sky plunged into ruin and annihilation!

The once radiant Extreme Heaven Realm battle formation now fell under some indescribable rot, turning faded and lifeless.

"Ah!!! Don’t let his Illusion Demon Divine Thought and the Extreme Heaven Realm sway you, we have to endure! Endure and share life and death with the Lord!"

Among their ranks, the broken Sinner One came back to life once more, screaming wildly like a lunatic.

In this never-before-seen clash, he, a powerhouse at the Peak of Ten Heavens, appeared no more than a fool.

However, this fool’s unyielding spirit rallied the morale of the entire Sinners Army, prompting them all to echo the creed of "share life and death" together.

Even Su Lin’s mighty and unmatched Illusion Demon True Intent faced a severe jolt!

For no matter the potency of the Illusion Demon True Intent, it failed to penetrate against such a steely, blood-soaked resolve to perish.

One must concede, this Sinners Army deserves true respect!

It’s an elite force rivaling the Hundred Battles Army, potentially even outshining it!

Nevertheless, Su Lin’s seventh strike proved overwhelmingly shocking, seizing this breach to widen the massive tear in the Extreme Heaven Realm battle formation into a full breach!

"Kill! The eighth strike of the chaotic starry sky!"

The Future Body’s chaotic starry sky apparently held an eighth strike, though its title harbored some ineffable might that got suppressed, so much so that its core mechanics seemed wiped clean.

Yet this eighth strike felt instinctively etched into the Future Body’s very essence, deployed on pure reflex!

Bang!

As the eighth strike landed, the Stellar Dome quaked fiercely, and beneath the fractured Extreme Heaven Realm battle formation, every top-tier fighter in the Sinners Army sensed an absolute authority that decreed fate through mere utterance.

This authority resembled a verdict of doom from a supreme arbiter.

It dwarfed Su Lin’s former Eyes of Death, as though it outright erased the life Origin Rule’s very imprint from this starry expanse!

"What is this?"

Myriad sinners cried out in dread, but as their wills crumbled, the rich life force, essence, and soul energy within them froze solid.

In particular, their life force got ruthlessly extracted, beginning to converge toward the Stellar Dome.

This affected not just a few, but vast clusters, until the strike inflicted catastrophic losses on seven to eight billion Sinners Army members in a flash before halting.

Furthermore, the once-dominant Karmic Fire of Sins overhead got scattered by the relentless eight strikes of the chaotic starry sky, erased by over half in an instant.

This signified that the Star Sand Master’s endless revival edge had likewise been halved.

The Wolf Lord’s savage and unrelenting slaughter filled every remaining sinner with boundless dread and icy horror.

What entity short of a forbidden horror could unleash such carnage, erasing seven to eight billion elite sinners in one fell swoop?

And the raw life force stripped away amassed overhead, merging with the countless casualties from the forward lines to nearly forge a Transformed Level Spiritual Evolution River!

This showed how vast numbers of Heavenly Boundary and Ancestor-tier troops had already perished across this field of battle!

"I don’t believe it! I don’t believe any of this is real! How can you achieve this? That is almost close to a forbidden secret technique! Did you really summon a Future Body?"

The Star Sand Master reformed his form yet again, beholding this staggering sight, he bellowed in terror and denial.

For he realized defeat had claimed him!

And it was a total, irrefutable rout!

In his view, such might lay beyond even the Illusion God’s grasp.

Because all these signs pointed to the Wolf Lord wielding genuine quasi-taboo battle prowess!

Remember, every half-step taboo figure ranks as a legend among legends, though the divides between minor stages in that domain yawn enormously wide.

Thus, even this Star Sand Master, a prodigy walking dual paths as a Demon Lord, could only push to the late half-step taboo phase at best, by igniting his vital blood and Essence of Life!

Not even touching the summit.

But the Wolf Lord standing there seemed to eclipse him by leaps and bounds!

He vaulted from an aged half-step taboo level straight to quasi-taboo, spanning four full stages!

And considering the Heavenly Boundary Marks within him, he scarcely bore the tenth, suggesting the Wolf Lord outstripped him by even greater margins.

This defied all reason.

Hence, the Star Sand Master refused to accept any of it as truth!

Yet in that instant, he deeply grasped the anguish of those who once confronted the Wolf Lord.

It was a mix of powerlessness, confusion, bleakness, and outright despair!

For every feat of this nineteen-colored Celestial Wolf shattered the known limits of this starry realm.

A wildcard!

A monster!

At times, perhaps only such labels fit a presence like the Wolf Lord!

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Positioned steadily in front of Meng Hu, Su Lin regarded him as if he were already a lifeless husk, his stare icy and devoid of feeling, without a trace of sentiment stirring.

A thick aura of peril instantly cloaked Meng Hu completely, causing the already ragged-breathing Meng Hu to draw in a sharp gasp, like a helpless fish splayed on the White Wolf’s cutting board, awaiting the knife, and this sensation nearly shattered Meng Hu’s resolve. The supposedly unbeatable Meng Hu couldn’t fathom why the White Wolf spared him a direct end, opting instead to spend effort hauling him from the frozen depths back to the Land of Adventure. This brush with the unforeseen flooded Meng Hu’s soul with dread, yet in his drained condition, he lacked any means to fight back; even as panic gripped him, it proved useless in the Land of Adventure, the White Wolf’s own domain.

Su Lin examined the Meng Hu in his sight, akin to an owner appraising a captured servant, his look brimming with detachment.

"Aw—" Su Lin issued a soft growl toward the nearby Wolf Clan, directing them to haul away the barely alive, fading Siberian Tiger and guard it closely.

The surrounding Wolf Clan sprang into action without delay, with several wolves teaming up to pull Meng Hu off, and as Meng Hu’s body scraped along the ground, new blood seeped from his rotting injuries, tracing a slender red streak from Su Lin’s position out of the cavern, stretching on without end.

Su Lin fixed his gaze on this blood trail, his eyes serene like still depths of an ancient pond.

Regarding the leftover Variant Species Flesh, Su Lin planned to distribute prizes shortly, a ritual that thrilled every Wolf Clan member above all else, since to them, sustenance trumped everything.

Some Wolf Clan individuals began to eye the nearby Variant Species Flesh with hungry intent, their gazes sharp with hunter’s fire, as if poised to heed Su Lin’s word and charge in, unleashing their wild instincts.

Su Lin’s attention shifted to the pair of imposing silhouettes nearby, and Xiao Hui, sensing their Wolf King’s commanding look, swiftly straightened up, while Little Lone Wolf held a posture of deep respect with its head bowed to the side, a sight that pleased Su Lin greatly.

As the Lead Wolf, Little Lone Wolf wielded considerable might yet always showed profound deference to Su Lin.

And Xiao Hui remained true to form, his mischievous streak intact; even with his newfound sharp mind, he kept a lighthearted vibe like a kid of eight, focused solely on trailing Su Lin to claim every land and extend the Wolf Clan’s reach over the Arctic.

Confronting these two steadfast White Wolves who stayed loyal and shone in the recent fight, Su Lin had lavishly granted them three hundred pounds of meat previously.