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Chapter 605 The Necessity for Advancing to Pseudo-Immortal: The Wolf King Who Plays with His Brains

The relentless wolf packs charged forward, ruthlessly breaching the first line of defense in the northeast.

A large number of ferocious wolves, carrying evil winds in their mouths and carrying countless innate divine abilities of different attributes, exploded in the field, instantly unleashing an exceptionally surging elemental tsunami.

"Fierce wolves" is just a general term, referring to the pack of wolves that fought against the Lieyan tribe for countless centuries and were extremely ferocious.

In reality, the wolf pack contains dozens of different wolf species of varying sizes, but they are not isolated from each other.

This was started by the original wolf king leading his tribe to conquer other wolf packs, forcibly taking them back, and then continuously breeding them, eventually resulting in the massive size we see today.

Over hundreds and thousands of years, these different wolves have interbred and multiplied, creating numerous wolf individuals with different talents and developing into an extremely large population.

Now, they possess attack methods and innate supernatural abilities that encompass almost all elemental types. They are ruled by a beast king whose cultivation is about to reach the third level of godhood, making them a powerful overlord in their own right.

The fierce wolves possess the same natural advantage of packing as ordinary wild wolves, and they make the most of it.

They are fierce, ruthless, gregarious, hunt together, protect the weak within their tribe, and allow the strong to rise to power, and are extremely united.

They learned to cooperate like humans, constantly expanding their numbers to increase their species' dominance. In this generation, they were so fierce that almost no other ferocious beast groups dared to provoke them.

Even those beast kings whose cultivation was stronger than the wolf king were the same.

Perhaps in a one-on-one battle, they could defeat and kill the wolf king.

However, with the wolf pack's large population and the high-quality young wolves bred and crossbred over many years, as long as the wolf king is not killed in a short period of time, the ferocious wolf pack is enough to take down any pack under the command of any beast king.

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Fight and win!
This is not the cultivation world where demons are hunted by humans and have to band together for survival. All non-human creatures are collectively named demon beasts or spirit beasts, and even natural enemies must cooperate with a heavy heart.

This is the ancient and desolate continent.

A wild battlefield where all races vie for supremacy!
Every ethnic group has the potential to become a dominant force, so who would willingly remain in the background?
Unless one is truly extremely weak, but possesses an exceptionally outstanding talent in a particular area.

Otherwise, who would willingly be ruled by other ethnic groups, or rule other ethnic groups?
Non-my family, its heart must be different.

The Beast Kings understand this principle as well.

Moreover, given the lessons of history, they are very knowledgeable.

Here, the Beastmasters, along with their own races, constitute a complete force.

Humans, without a "Beast King" level powerhouse, are nothing but a disorganized mess, utterly unqualified to even sit at the table for a meal.

Even though the Lieyan tribe possessed Chiyan, whose combat power was comparable to that of a second-tier god, they had only managed to squeeze out of the position of mere food and barely managed to secure a semblance of stability.

Who will be the winner?
It's more practical to think about how to survive and see tomorrow's sun.

Similarly, if the Beast Kings lose their own race, they will also completely lose the chance to compete for the final victory.

Almost all beast kings who can grow to the third level of godhood know a secret about the ancient continent.

To ascend to the legendary level of Beast God, the growth of the clan and the plundering of fortune are essential.

Once the tribe is lost, not only is the path to domination cut off, but the path to godhood is also severed.

It is precisely because of this that the wolf pack was able to allow its wolf king, who was only at the second level of the Ascension God Realm, to stand alone in the Valley of Fallen Warriors, occupy a territory, and dance and eat at the same table with those truly top-tier beast kings.

If there were no other choice, the Lieyan tribe would not have chosen to fight the Fierce Wolf tribe to the death.

If it weren't for the fact that his bloodline and talent made it impossible for him to advance to the third level of the Divine Ascension Realm and reach the realm of a top-tier Beast King, the current Wolf King of the Ferocious Wolf Clan would not have resolutely stepped in despite knowing it was a conspiracy.

The Blazing Flame Tribe wants to devour the Fierce Wolf Tribe to overcome its current difficulties.

The Wolf King also wanted to try to obtain the inheritance of the Blazing Flame Battle Venerable, forcibly break the shackles brought by his own bloodline, and break through to a new realm.

If successful, the Ferocious Wolf Clan will truly be considered to be in the first tier of the struggle for supremacy on the Ancient Desolate Continent, with the possibility of "winning".

It doesn't matter if we fail.

If it can't get it, then it should find a way to destroy the Blazing Flame Tribe, so that the other beast kings won't be able to get it either.

Since the current fragile balance of our shared occupation of the Valley of Fallen Warriors will inevitably be broken sooner or later due to various unforeseen circumstances, it is better to break it ourselves, having made preparations and thought of a way out.

The Azure Scaled Sky Wolf King, standing not far from the most brutal battlefield, had a glint of wisdom in its eyes.

He noticed the solemnity and anxiety on Chi Yan's face, and even a hint of human-like mockery on his own.

As long as neither it nor Chi Yan intervenes, the destruction of the Lie Yan tribe is only a matter of time.

Even if the key to unlocking the legacy of the Blazing Flame Battle Venerable is ultimately destroyed, it will still be a huge profit for the Ferocious Wolf Clan.

At that time, they will lead their tribe to flee north and take down a few human cities that are much weaker than the Blazing Flame Tribe. The Fierce Wolf Clan may have a chance to compete for supremacy!

After the Azure Scaled Wolf King defeated the previous wolf king and took the throne, the Fierce Wolf Clan, under its leadership, quietly developed and lay dormant for many years, and had already grown to a considerable size.

Their average strength has undergone a complete transformation, and they are no longer the ferocious wolf clan that the other beast kings and the Lieyan tribe remember.

When hunting, you must conceal yourself, conserve your strength, and strike the prey dead when it is off guard!
This is the truth that the Azure Scaled Sky Wolf King realized, and it is also the hunting wisdom engraved in the bloodline of the wolf clan.

Today, this ferocious beast has finally revealed its fangs.

The Lieyan tribe thought it was an easy target and wanted to make an example of it.

And what about the wolf clan?

On the battlefield, the white-haired, aged beast-blood warrior stood with his beard and hair standing on end, chanting ancient prayers as his life essence and cultivation burned simultaneously.

His bare skin, exposed beneath his armor, was covered in crisscrossing beast patterns that shone with a crimson light. Seven streaks of crimson light rose from his body, transforming into a powerful phantom with a vague human shape.

The moment the phantom merged with the old man's body, his previously withered and depleted blood and energy erupted wildly, and his body unleashed a powerful aura no less than that of an S-rank.

"kill!"

The tip of the pure white bone spear burst forth with blazing flames.

The raging flames transformed into a spiraling spike, which, along with the forward thrust of the bone spear, instantly pierced the right eye of a near-beast king-level ferocious wolf, piercing through its skull and revealing the burning spear tip from behind.

The dying wolf let out a mournful howl, its intense pain fueling its even more ferocious nature.

The wolf claw, the size of a rooftop, gathered all the remaining cultivation in its body and struck out with one claw. Five dark blue light blades almost reached the sky and pierced the earth, howling and tearing the already melted frozen soil into a trench several meters deep, until it finally dissipated after blasting down a small mountain behind the Lieyan tribe.

Along the path of the light blade strike, more than ten beast-blood warriors who couldn't dodge in time were instantly shredded into countless pieces of flesh and blood, which were then turned into a sky full of scarlet ice shards by the extreme cold in an instant, and melted by the residual heat of the battlefield.

Behind the tribe, several priests chanted prayers simultaneously, their chants resonating and emitting a strange, unsettling energy. Minutes later, the priests shuddered; their bodies, not covered by robes and masks, rapidly decayed and aged, displaying wrinkles like withered trees, their life force plummeting.

On the altar, a phantom of a heroic spirit holding a long spear rose from the center of the priests.

With a mere flick of its illusory spear, it conjured endless flames that instantly ignited thousands upon thousands of ferocious wolves.

All those who had not yet reached the level of Beast King were reduced to ashes and scattered by the wind.

With a single strike, the relentless wolf pack offensive was halted, giving the Lieyan tribe a precious respite.

The surviving beast warriors leaned on their weapons, panting, their faces showing relief at surviving the ordeal.

But before they could rest for even a few seconds, a new wolf howl rose on the northern horizon.

The sky was trampled into the color of earth by the beasts, and a wolf pack, even larger and more ferocious than before, arrived with overwhelming force.

They acted as if they had never witnessed the death of their kind, or even as if they were devoid of any emotion called fear.

Amidst the howling of wolves, all they have to do is charge.

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Kill your opponent!
As long-time rivals who had fought each other for many years, the Azure Scale Sky Wolf King had long been on guard against this move by the Blazing Flame Tribe.

In times of crisis on the battlefield, the priest would sacrifice his lifespan to draw upon the will of the ancestral war spear and the essence of the ancestors' cultivation, summoning the ancestral spirits to fight and kill the enemy.

When this move was first developed, it actually killed a powerful beast king whose cultivation was no less than that of the Azure Scaled Wolf King.

However, the ancestral spirit is not a living person; it is merely a product of the fusion of the fighting will of many ancestors of the Lieyan tribe over the years.

They possess only fighting instincts, but lack wisdom.

The cultivation level it can attract is like water without roots, or duckweed without roots.

The power that can be exerted is limited, and the time that can be sustained in battle is also limited.

As long as you don't get caught off guard by this trick, you're practically invincible.

The sound of war drums mingled with shouts of battle and screams.

Hundreds of beast-blood warriors, their bulging muscles exposed, wore animal-hide battle skirts and ancient armor stained with the blood of their own kind and ferocious wolves. Their bodies radiated a dragon-like aura of blood, and a terrifying crimson flame burned within them.

The burly man at the head of the group unleashed a crimson gust of wind with his giant axe, cleaving the head of the frost wolf before him in two.

At that moment, his left shoulder was torn apart by a ferocious wolf that pounced on him, and his good arm was instantly ripped off by the most primal violence, spurting out a spray of blood.

"My arm!"

Amid the burly man's cries of pain, more ferocious wolves pounced on him and pinned him to the ground.

The sharp, razor-sharp wolf fangs pierced the flesh unprotected by armor, tearing off chunks of bloody flesh.

In just a few seconds, the burly man who had been charging and killing like a god of war had lost all four limbs and watched helplessly as his body was torn to pieces by the ferocious wolves that kept surging forward.

Three beast-blood warriors not far from him rushed forward at the same time, each stabbing several ferocious wolves that pounced on him to death with a spear, thus filling the gap in the position that had appeared when the strong man fell to the ground.

They then completely disregarded the burly man's life or death, immediately forming a fighting formation with their backs to each other amidst the flying limbs.

The beast-patterned markings on his body shone brightly with white light, and the incomparably sharp spear shadows shredded the more ferocious wolves that pounced on him into mincemeat.

At this point, there was no way to save their own kind, and even the kindest warrior would not do such a thing.

Having lost his lower body, the burly man was doomed; no one could save him.

A moment of leniency on the battlefield is irresponsible to all the surviving members of the tribe.

The mountain suddenly collapsed, and more ferocious wolves emerged from the unexpected gap.

Like a sharp dagger, it pierced through the seemingly impregnable defenses of the Lieyan Tribe from the side, directly penetrating the third line of defense.

It was only a step away from the rammed earth wall that separated the tribe from the battlefield!
The beast-blooded warriors atop the earthen wall, who should have been the younger generation's strength, were filled with rage, their bodies reacting almost instinctively.

At such close range, there is only one way to protect the defenses from further deterioration and collapse!
In an instant, they made the same choice.

Qi Qi pulled down the armor draped over his chest, revealing the crimson beast markings that had completely transformed his chest.

The chains of flame formed by burning his own essence and blood appeared out of thin air from his heart and spread outward, weaving into a crisscrossing network that tightly bound the limbs of the ferocious wolf that rushed forward.

More beast warriors roared forward, risking their lives to fill the gaps in the defenses, and actually managed to plug the breach opened by the ferocious wolf clan again!
Standing atop the city wall, Chi Yan gripped the spear in his hand, a replica of his ancestor's spear, again and again.

Anger, pain, and despair appeared almost simultaneously in the young man who had just taken over the leadership.

This is completely different from what the elders said.

There's no time to worry about anything else; we have to take action.

Before the Azure Scaled Sky Wolf King could even make a move, the Ancestral Spirit was forced out and even shattered by two Beast King-level ferocious wolves at the cost of their own lives, returning to the Ancestral War Spear.

The wolf pack was far larger than the elders had anticipated, and their average strength was incomparable to their previous encounter a few years ago.

The Blazing Flame Tribe has been outmaneuvered by the Fierce Wolf Clan!

Chi Yan looked at the Azure Scaled Sky Wolf King, who was standing in the distance and showed no intention of making a move. He stared intently at the king's human-like face, which seemed to have the upper hand in victory, and took a deep breath.

If he could kill the Azure Scale Sky Wolf King, the Blazing Flame Tribe would still have a glimmer of hope.

If not, then today will be the day the Lieyan tribe, which has been passed down for over a thousand years, disappears.

I have failed my ancestors!

I have failed the trust of my people!

"Ancestral Spear - Blood Sacrifice!"

Chi Yan roared, and the beast markings on his body suddenly turned scarlet.

The dark spear flew from the altar and landed in his hand, its shaft ignited with countless blood-red patterns.

His body was engulfed in raging flames, and he burst into the air with a single step, cracking through the frozen earth.

The crimson-flame, black-iron spear tore through the wind and snow, piercing straight at the beast king who ruled the ferocious wolf clan tens of thousands of feet away—the Azure-Scaled Sky Wolf King.

(End of this chapter)