Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

The destructive power of the seventh-level monster is enough to change the surrounding terrain. The extremely thick ancient trees are as fragile as dead branches in front of this force. They are uprooted, broken in half, and then thrown in all directions by the strong wind.

Where the two monsters' huge bodies fell heavily, the ground was like being hit by a giant hammer, cracking inch by inch, and deep cracks spread wantonly. Then, huge pits appeared with a diameter of more than ten feet. The pits were filled with flying dirt and dust, as if the ground had been forcibly gouged out piece by piece.

The battle between the Storm Black Tiger and the Earth Brown Bear has lasted for a whole day and night, and it was so fierce that it seemed to make the heaven and earth pale in comparison.

The Storm Black Tiger's fur is as black as ink, and every hair seems to be faintly surging with a black storm. As an uninvited guest, it brings with it a fierce momentum, and every pounce is accompanied by a whistling wind, and its sharp claws flash with cold light.

The Earth Brown Bear is like a towering hill, with explosive muscles beneath its thick fur. Every swing of its palm is like a giant tree sweeping across the land, bringing with it a whistling sound. With its iron-clad defense, the Brown Bear withstands the Storm Black Tiger's attacks time and again, like an unbeatable and invincible god of war, defending its territory on this land.

In the end, the invading Storm Black Tiger seemed to know that it was difficult for it to win and chose to withdraw. Although the Earth Brown Bear had the upper hand in the battle, it was unable to catch up with the Storm Black Tiger's ghostly speed and could only watch it disappear into the distant sky, leaving behind a battlefield full of traces of battle.

"Warcraft of the same level are generally much stronger than humans."

Zhou Xian hid in a secluded place, taking in the entire battle, and couldn't help but ponder in his heart.

At the same level, the human body pales in comparison to that of a monster. Take the Earth Brown Bear for example, its thick fur and strong bones can easily resist the fierce attacks of the Storm Black Tiger. The defense of some monsters is simply invincible among the same level.

But it is not by chance that humans can sit firmly on the throne of the world. Although humans do not have the strong physique that Warcraft is gifted with, they have extremely smart minds. Relying on wisdom, humans have created all kinds of exquisite magic, can use various magic elements for their own benefit, and cast powerful magic that can destroy the world.

Some powerful warriors can hone their physical strength to the level of Warcraft, and some aliens can even hone their physical strength to a point that Warcraft cannot even dream of.

As Zhou Xian continued to move deeper, he felt more and more strongly that this land, which was difficult for humans to set foot on, was like a primitive arena set on fire by war.

Fights between monsters can be seen everywhere, and every inch of land is filled with tension and blood. Some fight for rich territories, with claws and fangs intertwined, and roars that shake the mountains and forests; others fight for scarce resources, fighting to the death. What's worse, some simply attack their own kind for no reason out of instinctive disgust.

Savagery and wildness have become the most appropriate protagonists of this land. Without any civilization, only the most primitive and purest survival instinct is burning.

Surrounded by level eight and level nine monsters, Zhou Xian seemed to be drawn by an invisible and ancient force and gradually integrated into it.

His eyes were no longer as peaceful and wise as before, but were replaced by the alertness and ferocity of a wild beast.

He threw the constraints of social civilization out of his mind, and his every move revealed his primitive instincts. In this dangerous environment, only the purest desire to survive burned in his heart. There were too many level 8 and level 9 monsters in the depths of the Monster Mountain Range, and some even appeared in groups. Even though Zhou Xianzai was almost unbeatable among the level 9 monsters, he could only flee when he encountered such a group. Once surrounded, unless a strong man from the Holy Domain took action, he would end up with nothing left.

Zhou Xian's gains in the fierce battles deep in the Warcraft Mountains should not be underestimated. In this month, fighting has become the main theme of his life. Every confrontation with a powerful Warcraft is a test of life and death. In the baptism of blood and fire, his speed of casting magic has made a qualitative leap. At first, he had to concentrate his mind, but now he only needs a look or a gesture to make magic take shape in an instant.

Not only that, his control and combination of different elemental magics have also reached the level of perfection. The violent fire element, the agility of the water element, the elegance of the wind element, the heaviness of the earth element, etc., are perfectly integrated in his hands. Sometimes he attacks with the fire element, and then uses the water element to contain it; sometimes he uses the wind element to attack, and then uses the earth element to defend, making the opponent defenseless.

"die!"

A deafening sound echoed in the mountains and forests. In the center of the devastated battlefield, Zhou Xian had a calm expression. He raised his hand to collect the magic core of the ninth-level magic beast. Then, a wind blade quickly condensed in his palm. The wind blade was extremely sharp, and the air flow at the edge was surging and whistling.

He turned his wrist slightly, and the wind blade slashed down like a flash of lightning, landing accurately on the thick paw of the purple-striped black bear. With a light "pop" sound, the paw broke off, and the incision was smooth and neat.

Zhou Xian looked at the bear paw he had just cut off in his hand, and he made a sound of "tsk tsk" with anticipation on his face: "If we stew the bear paw of the ninth-level magical beast purple-striped black bear in a pot, it will definitely taste amazing!"

Thinking of this, Zhou Xian couldn't help but licking his lips, and couldn't wait to find a safe place to cook this rare delicacy.

After some twists and turns, Zhou Xian finally found a safe place in this pristine forest.

He first cast a spell and carefully explored the surroundings. After making sure that there were no traces of powerful monsters nearby, he breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his tense nerves a little.

He raised his hand to untie the torn shirt and threw it aside. In the sunlight, his fair skin was covered with scars, like a cruel map engraved by the years, recording thrilling battles, and each scar seemed to hide a dangerous story.

Zhou Xian's mind moved, and magic power surged around him. A clear stream appeared out of thin air and gathered into a trickle in mid-air. Then, the surrounding fire and earth elements responded to the call and gathered together madly.

The originally flat ground began to rise without any warning, and the earth and rocks surged, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a pool. Water flowed into it, and the power of the fire element began to take effect. The water in the pool gradually heated up, and soon it was steaming hot, and billowing steam filled the air, like a fairyland on earth.

(End of this chapter)