Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 2370 - 1298: Power of Reverse Birth, Lone Wolf Sheds Tears

The battle between the Illusion God and the Wolf Lord at the Southern Star Core Base Camp was likewise incomparably cruel and fierce.

Yet just like the Ancient Giant Turtle, when he truly beheld the Battlefields upon the Eastern and Western Star Cores, he was still filled with endless emotion.

"I came late, Lonely Wolf Emperor."

The Illusion God flashed once and appeared directly at the very highest reaches of this Battlefield.

The Illusion God unleashed himself without restraint, his incomparably mighty aura instantly drawing the attention of both sides, who were already at the point of oil exhausted and lamp dried, relying only on sheer will to force themselves to hold on.

Yet in the eyes of both sides there was only the color of dead ash.

For this great war, to them, had already been fought to the point where the firm Mindset of both sides had shattered.

Even upon seeing the Illusion God, the Lonely Wolf Emperor showed no hint of relaxation; he still stood tall upon this mountain-like field of corpses.

It was not that he did not wish to relax, but that the taut string within him could no longer be loosened.

Once it slackened, the Lonely Wolf Emperor feared he would not live much longer.

And the other side’s remaining, scattered tens of billions of Title Level elite troops, upon seeing such a level of powerhouse as the Illusion God descend upon them—

They merely exchanged one final glance within those ashen eyes, then, without the slightest fear, and indeed without the slightest struggle, directly sat down cross-legged.

Boom!!

Immediately afterward, they all ignited themselves.

Yet after self-immolation, that Transformation Path Strength actually, under the pull of the bloodline, genes, and rules that had already become inseparable over tens of Eras, linked together as one.

It surged straight toward the Illusion God.

This was the final move that this Title Level elite army presented with their own deaths.

It was furthermore the last strike they had deduced over tens of Eras—if in a true desperate situation they fought until oil exhausted and lamp dried, how could they still slay the enemy?

"What a Title Level elite army! Instantaneous."

The Illusion God let out a long howl and unleashed the peerless Divine Skills of the Heavenly Clan.

Yet this Transformation Path Strength already possessed the properties of the Illusion Rule and the Rule of Shadows, fundamentally impossible to block, locking on and charging straight at the Illusion God.

Wherever the Illusion God dodged, this Transformation Path Strength followed there.

In the end, with a single long howl, the Illusion God manifested a Divine Secret Technique to clash head-on with this Transformation Path Strength.

Yet it was precisely at this moment that, all of a sudden, the Eastern Star Core beneath his feet trembled with extremely terrifying Star Energy and the broken Will of Heaven and Earth.

This terrifying Star Energy and broken Will of Heaven and Earth directly blessed the Illusion God, so that he, already bearing the might of a Quasi-Monarch Peak, suddenly seemed as though he were truly a Giant.

Boom!

Accompanied by a heaven-shaking collision sound, the Illusion God, relying on the Divine Secret Techniques of the Divine Clan that Cross the myriad paths, actually did shatter this Transformation Path Strength.

After being shattered, wherever this Transformation Path Strength fell, everything there followed and vaporized.

This was not corrosion, but a true "transformation" into nothing.

It was melted into Dao Rhythm, returned as feedback to this boundless Starry Sky.

This was the terrifying aspect of Transformation Path.

"Pff!"

At this time, after breaking apart this Transformation Path Strength, the Illusion God also spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood; that fair human hand he had manifested likewise had half of it turned to nothingness.

Fortunately, this Transformation Path Strength was not vast, and had not injured his foundation; after it was swiftly purged, the Illusion God shot straight toward where the Lonely Wolf Emperor stood.

"Many thanks for your aid, Lonely Wolf Emperor. Lonely Wolf Emperor, here are three Transformed Level River of Spirituality Essence that I seized from the Heizi Tribe base camp. I will inject them into your Body for you."

When the Illusion God arrived at the Lonely Wolf Emperor’s side, and saw that broken ruin of a Body that could not even restore its form, there was a trace of respect within his gaze.

In truth, he had never truly understood the Lonely Wolf Emperor, nor had he had any deep dealings with him.

For in the Illusion God’s eyes, he had always been nothing more than a frail junior.

Even though he occupied the positions of War Emperor and Young Master, it was still so.

Yet today, the Lonely Wolf Emperor made the Illusion God truly regard him as an equal.

The Lonely Wolf Emperor before his eyes, like the Wolf Lord, had risen from utter insignificance; in a mere several hundred million years he had reached his current achievements, already a genius among geniuses.

Originally the Illusion God thought the Lonely Wolf Emperor had perhaps already fallen beneath Heaven, only transmitting out the Fate Altar, awaiting the Wolf Lord’s resurrection.

But he had never imagined that the Lonely Wolf Emperor would persist until now.

How had he endured, and how had he bathed in blood and slaughtered three great Taboos whose Strength was nearly equal to his own?

The Illusion God did not know.

But what he did know was that upon the Lonely Wolf Emperor’s Body, beyond the Power of Destruction, there was also a kind of Power so inwardly restrained as to be nearly undetectable, only when one truly neared death would it surge forth like bamboo shoots after the rain, rapidly increasing—this "Power"!

Even facing this "Power," the Illusion God felt a faint numbness in the depths of his heart.

This kind of "Power" is extremely rare, but any being in whom such a "Power" is born is invariably one who was never favored, even treated as a discarded piece, yet in the end still hacked out a path and ascended to the heavens—a peerless existence.

The Reverse Birth Power!

Ordinarily it does not appear at all; only in true desperate straits does it erupt madly.

Under the augmentation of this kind of Power, one can often display a battle peak that would be forever out of reach under normal circumstances.

Yet a Species that bears such Power is fated to a lifetime of loneliness and hardship.

To give birth to this Power, it must have endured far, far too much cruelty, far, far too many desperate situations, and if it wishes to continue walking within the headwind of this Power—

The road that lies ahead of it is likewise doomed to be bitterly lonely.

For once such Power is born, it can only keep walking step by step down this path of no return, until it is utterly annihilated in a true desperate situation one day.

This is as unsolvable as the Power of Invincibility.

If the Power of Invincibility suffers defeat among those of the same Level, then everything becomes flowers in a mirror, the moon in the water.

But the Reverse Birth Power can only rise through surviving desperate situations again and again; only then can it greet one truly world-shocking elevation and great leap after another, otherwise it will stagnate.

But who can guarantee they will survive every single desperate situation?

Don’t speak of the Lone Wolf Emperor before us—can even the Wolf Lord manage that?

Thus, as the Illusion God sensed this Power, while slowly pouring three Transformation Level Spirituality Essence Rivers into the Lone Wolf Emperor’s Body, he once more sent out a strand of Spiritual Will: "Lone Wolf Emperor, I can feel that your Reverse Birth Power has only just been born. I’ll help you rip it out. It will wound your foundation, but it’s better than truly stepping onto a road of no return in the future."

"You... cannot rip it out."

After being infused with some of the Transformation Level Spirituality Essence River, the Lone Wolf Emperor finally had a faint trace of living vitality about him.

Only, his Spiritual Will was still hoarse, icy, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

As if a dead statue were speaking in a cold monotone.

"Why? This Power may grant your battle strength some increase, but it is destined to be a dead end, a road that cannot be walked through."

The Illusion God believed the Lone Wolf Emperor was unwilling to relinquish this Power, but very soon he realized he was overthinking it.

For without the Lone Wolf Emperor needing to explain anything further, when he poured the River of Spirituality Essence into the deepest part of his Body, and touched that newly born soul bone within—the one strong enough to rival his own Ten Thousand Paths Furnace Thirteen Transformations Giant Level soul bone—only then did he sharply draw in a breath, and horror surfaced in his eyes.

"Reverse Birth... soul bone!! A Giant Level Reverse Birth soul bone!!"

If the Reverse Birth Power could still be unraveled, then the Reverse Birth soul bone is utterly beyond resolution.

It has already become a part of the Lone Wolf Emperor.

The Illusion God did not know what the Lone Wolf Emperor had gone through in this battle to give rise to such a world-shocking soul bone, but he understood that it must have been incomparably savage, saturated with despair, saturated with tragic sorrow, saturated with a frenzy that no longer cared about anything for the sake of strengthening oneself!

"The Battlefield... where the Wolf Lord is—how is it?"

At this moment, the Lone Wolf Emperor’s eyes were still a field of dead ash, yet he still clung to concern for the Wolf Lord.

"Wolf Pack Civilization Main Battlefield... a great victory! We won!"

Looking at the Lone Wolf Emperor, doomed to walk further and further down a road of no return until death, the Illusion God withdrew his horror and shock, and a trace of respect and regret appeared in his gaze.

"Good! Only it’s a pity... Ordinary Wolf is dead. That fellow, in order to save me, actually crashed head-on against a taboo existence. I owe him.

Rock Thunderbird is dead too. It always wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with me. Before this great war, it even said it wanted to borrow this military merit to restore its Deputy Commander position under the Wolf Lord. It died charging against the Fourth Division of the Meteor Black Guard, its Body riddled with blood holes. Originally, the Meteor Black Guard intended to capture it alive, to interfere with me, but Rock Thunderbird sensed it and resolutely self-detonated.

Tiffany is dead as well. She had already been enfeoffed in the Vassal Towns, commanding six Small Constant Stars under her banner, yet insisted on coming to the front lines to earn a piece of military merit. I harmed her. I should never have agreed to let her come.

The Purple-Backed Wolf is dead too, hahaha. That fellow’s Talent was pitifully weak; the only thing he had was the ability to endure hardship. Sleepless and tireless, he slowly ground his way up to Venerable. Tell me, what is a mere Venerable doing throwing his life away? I was only knocked down from the sky, not dead. What was he charging over for?

The Demon Star Lord is dead as well. He died a glorious death, perishing with his Soul Power exhausted. Without him commanding the Ten Thousand Demons First Division to the point of sublime perfection, we would never have held out this long.

After his death, he even planned for the Emperor of Nine Heavens to vent his fury upon his shattered corpse, unaware that there was a snare laid there by sixty sheets of Forbidden-level Foil Paper.

Sixty sheets of Forbidden-level Foil Paper could not kill the Emperor of Nine Heavens, but they did disrupt him. Because of that, I was able to launch a surprise Slay against the Emperor of Nine Heavens, and Star Nebula Destiny thus fused as one.

I owe the Demon Star Lord as well. I’ve always looked down on him, suppressed him many times, but I never thought he would be the one to make the greatest contribution to this great war..."

At this time, as the Illusion God helped the Lone Wolf Emperor restore his injuries, he listened quietly to the Lone Wolf Emperor rambling on like an old woman, muttering and recounting.

He did not interrupt, nor did he pose any questions.

Because from the Lone Wolf Emperor’s rambling narration, he finally sensed those emotions upon him that had been extinguished, that gaze that had despaired countless times, turned to dead ash, now little by little regaining expression.

From the Lone Wolf Emperor’s sparse words, the Illusion God could feel the savage brutality that surged from this battle, and the comradeship of brothers-in-arms.

The Hundred Battles Army... completely annihilated.

To the Wolf Pack Civilization, this might be nothing more than the loss of an elite trump-card army.

But to the Lone Wolf Emperor as Commander, the Illusion God understood that it meant losing hundreds of billions of brothers who had lived side by side with him day and night, long since become blood kin and family.

Upon this mountain of corpses, the Lone Wolf Emperor muttered and recounted for several days and nights.

And the Illusion God likewise listened here for several days and nights.

Of course, he also completely poured the three Transformation Level Spirituality Essence Rivers into the Lone Wolf Emperor.

Fortunately, the Lone Wolf Emperor’s foundation was robust. The three Transformation Level Spirituality Essence Rivers were slowly absorbed on their own, and the ferociously bloody wounds upon his Body were also slowly mending.

Only after several hours did the Lone Wolf Emperor finally turn with difficulty, looking at this field of corpses lying everywhere.

He, who had never shed tears, now had eyes bright with crystalline light, his vision blurred.

He, who had never complained, could not help but speak with a sob caught in his voice: "Wolf Lord... I am powerless... the Hundred Battles Army... all dead..."

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