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 Undead Army Group strikes formlessly in their assault!
Following the massacre of billions from the Pig Forces, the Sea of Star Sand at last spotted their presence!
"What could this be? Soul Eye Tribe? Wait, no—these are undead! They don't belong to any of our troops!"
A beast from the Sea of Star Sand let out a frenzied roar, yet it was soon overwhelmed and cut down by the relentless Undead Army Group.
In reality, the Undead Army Group's assault targets the Divine Soul directly, rendering it nearly impossible for numerous Ancestor-level armies without proper formations or arrays to counter effectively.
To some extent, the Undead Army Group serves as a diluted counterpart to the Black Sun Clan!
"Argh!!! We've been tricked; it's all a setup against us. This supposed grand purge is turning into our own doom! Push forward, break free—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 scattering chaotically in every direction!
This chaos only fueled a fiercer retaliation from the five Great Armies!
For from the beast era onward, the Wolf Pack Civilization's warriors have long known one straightforward fact!
The greatest carnage and fatalities happen amid retreats and breakdowns!
And when the dynamics of offense and defense flip so abruptly, the stark contrast between the Star Nebula Great Clan and the Sea of Star Sand's ragtag coalition truly comes to light?
Surrounded in utter desperation, the Wolf Pack Civilization radiates an even fiercer battle fervor and resolve!
Yet these makeshift armies can barely claim victories when conditions align in their favor!
When the tide turns against them, collapse is inevitable!
The notion of a chaotic rabble gets perfectly illustrated here!
A corrupt regime fated to hinder the genuine rise of a Star Nebula Great Clan—despite united aims and brutal tactics—simply misses the deep conviction that demands ultimate sacrifice!
"Flee!"
"Lords of the Sea of Star Sand, help us, don't leave us behind!"
Hit by this unexpected devastating strike, the Pig Forces fell into total disarray.
They tried in vain to latch onto the Sea of Star Sand's diverse units for a joint getaway, only to face ruthless desertion, with certain allies even getting cut down on the spot!
For to these cosmic raiders, nothing matters more than preserving their own hides.
The much-touted epic annihilation clash, merely after two surges from the Undead Army Group,
despite not surpassing the Sea of Star Sand's overall might, fell apart with shocking ease.
Right then, the Wolf Pack Civilization's core vanguard paid no heed to this fray and pressed on through the cosmos at Heavenly Venerate speeds, bound for the thirty-sixth outpost.
All factions witnessed this unfolding drama.
In the gaze of the Veteran Peak Heavenly Venerate from the Bright Day System lingered grave respect for the Wolf Pack Civilization, alongside dread and reverence for the Wolf Lord!
Truth be told, even he—much like the leaders of the Soul Eye and Illusion Ghost Tribes—would shatter under just one strike from the Wolf Lord's twelve-color smelting furnace might!
Yet, on a brighter note, he commanded the genuine crack troops imported from the Bright Day System!
Unlike the junk units from the Sea of Star Sand that buckled at the first sign of trouble!
"Hmph! Nothing but useless clay that won't stick to the wall!"
The Veteran Peak Heavenly Venerate of the Bright Day System gave a cold huff yet held his forces in place.
After all, with so many fronts in play, what did one victory mean for the Wolf Pack Civilization?
Dealing with the stragglers and broken ranks here alone would consume centuries of their effort to mop up.
And the other two—actually, make that three—arenas still hung in the balance!
Across the four theaters of war, the Wolf Pack Civilization had snagged the initial triumph!
However, the zone holding the Hao Ri Princess had been pulled deep into the starry void!
He eagerly awaited how the Wolf Lord might extract them from peril!
As for the outcomes in the leftover three fronts? Pure uncertainty!
Meanwhile, the duo of Peak Heavenly Venerates from the Red Sun Empire, beholding this colossal arena amassing close to a hundred trillion troops, only for it to shatter under a mere pair of Wolf Pack Civilization assaults,
deepened their existing contempt for the Sea of Star Sand to new heights!
Still, they recognized the Sea of Star Sand's hidden complexities, and conquering it outright for the Wolf Pack Civilization could hinge on a pivotal move still in waiting!
Up to now, this colossal hundred-trillion-scale cosmic purge remained mere preliminary clashes beyond the primary arrays of either side!
Wangshu Edge Zone!
The Red Sun Empire stands as one unchallenged hegemon!
The Bright Day System claims another!
Beyond those, no further entity qualifies as a true dominant power!
And this clash among Star Nebula Great Clans could well forge a fresh third contender!
But which one emerges as that third? Who claims the spotlight in this epic showdown?
No fixed hero exists! Victory crowns the central figure!
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Little Lone Wolf tasked a pair of Beta Wolves with hauling Meng Hu's remains, whereas the massive leftover Mad Thunder Skyhawk fell to ten Hai Wolves for transport, given its colossal bulk that demanded a full ten to manage—they had no clue otherwise how to haul it home.
Little Lone Wolf proclaimed the Mad Thunder Skyhawk as prime meat reserved solely for Su Lin, who voiced no dissent since it matched his own plans. Su Lin had zero intent to distribute something as scarce and precious as the Mad Thunder Skyhawk among the pack.
For starters, the Lead Wolves' ranks were far too modest to handle the Mad Thunder Skyhawk's vast power, and besides, Su Lin required heaps of Variant Species Flesh to advance, so confronting such potent Variant Species Flesh, 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, as a dominant aura trailed the White Wolf Pack surging to the Land of Adventure.
Hidden among the plants, watchful Predators lifted their eyes cautiously, locking onto the White Wolf's form. Their senses picked up an overpowering, inescapable vibe that filled them with dread; without their primal instincts as beasts, this crushing weight might have forced them to bow before the White Wolf's paws.
Certain advanced Variant Species Beasts detected the surging energy pulses, poking out to stare at the hurtling White Wolf Pack, noting at its rear a group of White Wolves lugging a huge enigmatic form—the fallen Mad Thunder Skyhawk, no less.
The lingering might in the dead Mad Thunder Skyhawk persisted undiminished, straining even those White Wolves who bore it with clenched jaws. As for the far-off Variant Species watching, awe brimmed in their stares.
What sort of mighty being could topple a fearsomely dominant Mad Thunder Skyhawk, then boldly display its body en route to the Land of Adventure?
Under the Predators' stunned looks, a White Wolf of superior might burst forth, moving beyond visible speed—a mere hazy white streak flashed past like a specter, soon perched on a distant ridge, baying at the heavens, directing the White Wolf Pack into the Arctic's heart...
This display etched itself forever into countless Predators' thoughts, probably etching that gleaming silver-white White Wolf outline into their memories for good.
For that White Wolf might rank as the fiercest entity of any kind they'd faced, its daunting power sparking evasion, while its haughty, authoritative gaze bred sheer fright!
Does this embody true power?
Countless Predators resolved from that point to hone their edges and ferocity, stalking hunts to build strength, pursuing that silver-white White Wolf shadow—aware deep down it's a pinnacle beyond their grasp in life. Yet for them, the mighty serve as their chase's goal!
And none of this did Su Lin sense in the slightest.