Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1965 - 1092: The Might of the Taboo, Qing Ming Stunned

Chi Yanqian, spotting the Wolf Lord’s moment of distraction, launched a ferocious assault directed at the Wolf Lord’s neck!

Boom!

Yet, despite the Wolf Lord choosing not to parry, Chi Yanqian only managed to fracture a small portion of the Heaven and Earth Dharma Aspect; the True Body itself remained completely unscathed.

Regarding the sluggishness of their battle formation, once the Wolf Lord recovered, he unleashed a dozen layers of Sky Wolf Roar Sun Sound Waves that instantly tore across the entire starry expanse.

The sheer power of this strike shattered the freshly reconstructed, weakened formation, creating a breathtaking, chaotic vision of nine suns blazing across the void!

"What is this? A Forbidden Sound Wave?"

Chi Yanqian was paralyzed by terror, never anticipating the Wolf Lord to regain composure so rapidly—let alone deliver such an incomparable blow.

Call Future Body!

The secret technique was truly an outrageous affront to the laws of cultivation.

It surpassed even the Chaotic Starry Sky previously manifested by Su Lin.

This was because the Call Future Body relied entirely on the user's current status as its source.

The stronger the summoner, the more formidable the Future Body becomes, spontaneously evolving and optimizing unique talents and secret techniques in the process.

Consequently, whether it was Su Lin himself in the past, the Star Sand Master, or Chi Yanqian, the sight of such power left them all stunned.

Boom!

Su Lin’s claws pulverized the Black Sun Constant Star Priest, who watched his Atomic Level body disintegrate and reform repeatedly.

Having mastered this path, and utilizing thousands of legacy techniques from the Blazing Flame Clan, it was to be expected that he would reach this level of affinity with the Atomic Level form.

"Your prowess is undeniable; your legacy, strategies, combat experience, and secret techniques are top-tier. Even so, defeat is inevitable for you today!"

Su Lin released a long, resonating howl, drawing his focus back to his inner state.

The battle had to conclude immediately; channeling such mountainous amounts of fortune from this distance was an unsustainable drain on his resources.

Even the current Wolf Pack Civilization would struggle to endure such a burden.

Therefore, any warrior who could push the Wolf Lord to such extreme lengths could certainly hold their head high.

"Ah!!! Charge! Keep pressing forward! Do not let his pressure break your spirits! I still have one final maneuver—burn the Blazing Ink Essence Blood and fight with all your life force!"

As he felt the Wolf Lord’s killing intent fully locked onto him, Chi Yanqian shrieked in absolute desperation.

Being targeted by the Wolf Lord’s currently taboo-level combat power left him no path but a final, desperate struggle.

While Chi Yanqian’s mindset was flawed, he understood the gravity of the situation. His cautious nature usually saved him from disaster, but it also repeatedly cost him opportunities for growth.

The interference of the Wolf Lord’s fortune signaled the permanent end of any chance to hunt him.

The massive surge of fortune acted as a beacon, alerting the powerful armies of the Wolf Pack Civilization that their leader was present.

The three main host forces, witnessing the shift, immediately mobilized their elite units toward the Nightmare Army via the Space-Time Altar.

The Demon Breaking Formation Army followed suit.

Desperate Evil Tiger, Commander of the Mercenary Army Group, upon learning of the savage combat involving the four military groups and the Undead Cockroach Army Group, rushed to reinforce them.

Sensing the vast fluctuation of fortune, he also howled, recklessly burning his own Qi-Blood and Origin Power to force the Space-Time Altar to change course.

Desperate Evil Tiger knew not only the personal debt he owed the Wolf Lord but also the vital necessity of the Wolf Lord to the entire Wolf Pack Civilization.

If only the four military groups or the Undead Cockroach Army Group were lost, the civilization would suffer, but it would persist. If the Wolf Lord fell, however, it would be akin to beheading the civilization itself.

A body can heal from trauma, but it cannot survive without a head.

Even the Sand Fox, despite limited resources, pulled every troop from the Shadow Army Group and utilized a discounted Space-Time Altar bought long ago to tear through space toward the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the Illusion God, perched atop the Sea of Star Sand, cracked open his eyes to observe the distance.

The location was too remote for even a profound Illusion God to see clearly, so he shook his head and returned to meditation.

He placed his faith in the Wolf Lord, who had demonstrated Half-step Forbidden Peak or Quasi-taboo power upon the mere reformation of his Dimension Heart.

He was a wild card.

Moreover, the Wolf Lord had recently visited him, requesting a single intervention. During that meeting, the Wolf Lord’s combat aura had given the Illusion God a profound sense of danger.

Within the Wangshu Zone, only the inscrutable Red Sun Emperor could compare to the current Wolf Lord.

Hundreds of billions of miles away in Qing Ming, sensing the Wolf Lord nearing the Forbidden realm, her eyes lost their icy demeanor, replaced by pure disbelief.

"How? It shouldn't be possible! It must be an illusion! He is just an ordinary beast from a desolate, backwater planet. I have investigated him thoroughly, and he possesses no forbidden backing. Through what path does a mortal arrive at such overwhelming strength?"

The heavenly princess, sheltered by the "Unspeakable" and kept isolated from the brutal realities of low-level bloodshed, sat stagnant, murmuring in total confusion.

..........

Standing before Meng Hu, Su Lin stared down at him with the cold, unfeeling detachment one would reserve for a corpse.

Overwhelming danger washed over Invincible Fierce Tiger. Despite his inability to breathe, he gasped, feeling like a fish on a chopping block. This anticipation of the unknown fractured his composure. He could not grasp why the White Wolf spared him, drawing him from the ice back to the Land of Adventure instead of delivering a death blow. Yet, in the White Wolf’s territory, his fear was absolute and his resistance impossible.

Su Lin examined Meng Hu like a lord observing a captive slave, his gaze devoid of emotion.

"Aw—" Su Lin issued a low command to the nearby Wolf Clan, signaling them to retrieve the dying Siberian Tiger and keep it secure.

The pack acted immediately. Several wolves dragged Meng Hu away, his open, ulcerated wounds scraping against the ground and leaving an endless, crimson trail that stretched far beyond the cave entrance.

Su Lin watched the trail of blood, his expression as stagnant as a still pond.

As for the remaining meat from the Variant Species, Su Lin prepared to distribute it as a merit-based reward—a process the pack awaited with ravenous hunger, for to them, sustenance was the highest priority.

The wolves eyed the meat with predatory aggression, waiting only for Su Lin's nod to unleash their instincts.

How mighty must a creature be to fell the Mad Thunder Skyhawk and casually haul the carcass to the Land of Adventure? Nearby spectators watched in awe as the White Wolf manifested, his speed blurring into a spectral shadow. In a flash, he stood atop a distant hillside, howling at the heavens and leading his pack deep into the Arctic wilderness.

The sight of the silver-white silhouette engraved itself into the minds of all who watched, a memory that would remain for the rest of their lives.