Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 723 Divine Form
The Mammoth Clan's masters jumped and shouted in celebration of the victory at the Starry Sky Altar of Power.

The other beast masters from various races who had accompanied the demigods approached and, as was customary, offered their congratulations to the eight-toothed mammoth clan.

In particular, the defeated demigod races voluntarily declared that they would no longer send beasts to obstruct their path.

This contest proved the strength of the eight-toothed mammoth clan.

Zhou Leng and the others left, while the other grandmasters from various races carried the unconscious demigod back to their residences.

Only the two-bodied ferocious bear tribe suffered a more tragic fate, returning with their corpses.

The giant pythons of the mountain range are few in number; only one has arrived.

After all the ferocious beasts had left, the giant python that was recuperating from its injuries looked around.

Where is the beast?

My bones haven't healed yet, so how did that hairless, ferocious ape manage to hop around and leave?
The bones are healing properly, so you can't move them now, or you might ruin all the progress.

It's too heavy.

Other demigod beasts can fly, but the Giant Python of the Peaks cannot.

It's too heavy.

He lay on the ground, stunned for a long time, then forked his tongue and cursed as he slowly swallowed the medicinal fruit.

Halfway through his meal, he frowned and looked in the direction Zhou Leng had left.

If the two sides are not just grappling, but fighting tooth and nail, who will win?

Why are the bones broken by this hairless, ferocious ape so difficult to repair?
Forget it, I'll just lie in bed for half a month to recover.

The giant python lay softly on the ground for a while, then suddenly raised its head and looked in Zhou Leng's direction.

No, why!

How did he manage to leave so lively and energetic, while I'm stuck here?

Shouldn't it be me floating around while he lies here recovering from his injuries and reflecting on his own weakness?

The giant python grew angrier the more it thought about it, and refused to eat the medicinal fruit.

Its tail tip was sticking straight up, held in place, and wouldn't come down no matter what.

After completing the second Star Altar and holding a celebration and rest, the Mammoth Army continued its advance.

The remaining 30,000 elite troops were in high spirits.

Many tribes in the ancestral land gave up trying to stop them, and even the two-bodied ferocious bears were afraid of it, so fewer and fewer ferocious beasts tried to stop them.

Later, when the hundreds of ferocious beasts saw the mammoth tribe ahead, which outnumbered them by a hundred, they turned and ran away.

The mammoth army marched straight in and soon arrived at the third altar.

The 30,000-strong army set up camp outside the third altar, with the Grandmasters guarding Zhou Leng as he ascended the third star altar.

Zhou Leng walked into the center of the altar. The mountains shone brightly, and white light emanated from the mountaintops, falling on the center of the altar and illuminating Zhou Leng.

Within the light, the power unique to the ferocious beast slowly merged into its body.

The ferocious beasts and the master magicians chatted with smiles.

"His Majesty the new king is too powerful. If nothing unexpected happens, we will be able to gain three days of cultivation time here."

"The Dire Wolf tribe won't be here in three days. Although they haven't received any news from the Dire Wolf God, he's been resting since he went through the Second Star Altar..."

"Those who were originally besieging us have all gone over there. They fight one battle and rest one day, and they might die on the way..."

"Hehe, His Majesty the new king is already strong. Things will get interesting when the Dire Wolf God arrives..."

"On this path, only one demigod can continue forward."

The masters waited quietly.

Zhou Leng meditated in the altar, continuously absorbing the power of the ferocious beast.

Three days later, the Dire Wolf God did not appear, and Zhou Leng continued to absorb the energy.

Five days later, the Dire Wolf God still hadn't arrived.

The masters looked at Zhou Leng.

The body absorbed too much power in a short time, so much so that it couldn't contain it all at once. Its body swelled up three times its original size, tearing its clothes.

There were scraps of cloth all around.

On its back, muscles converged into chains, which coalesced into the outline of a giant elephant.

The masters' eyes lit up.

That is the legendary "divine form." Once the complete divine form is formed and hovers behind it, the power of the ferocious beast will be even more terrifying.

Even now, just its outline is terrifyingly powerful.

If we were to go back and collide with the giant python of the mountain peaks now, we would definitely be able to knock it flying.

The light faded on the seventh day.

The masters turned to look and saw a tattered procession slowly moving forward at the foot of the distant mountain.

Only three thousand remain in total.

A group of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people stubbornly carried the dilapidated palace as if it were a large coffin.

Inside the palace without a roof, a giant wolf, thirty meters long, lay bruised and battered.

Dire wolves are generally similar to ordinary giant wolves, except that their four paws are extremely large, somewhat like enlarged, hairy chicken feet, and when put together they are almost the size of their entire body, thick and fleshy.

The masters of the Mammoth Tribe laughed.

The Dire Wolf demigod was badly injured at the Altar of Power and has not yet fully recovered.

The Dire Wolf demigod opened his eyes, scanned the Mammoth tribe, and frowned as he looked at the 30,000-strong army that seemed to be so imposing.

Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, the dire wolf demigod leaped down from the palace and led the tribe's heavily wounded grandmaster to the edge of the altar.

The Dire Wolf God looked at Zhou Leng.

He had heard of this hairless, ferocious ape, which was said to be quite powerful, but because the two were competitors, no beast had revealed any details.

However, the ferocious ape clan is generally weak. Apart from the strongest, the Vajra Ferocious Ape, the other ferocious apes are no match for the beasts in the world.

The dire wolf demigod took a deep breath and said in a deep voice as he walked, "The ferocious ape? I've killed far too many of them."

As he spoke, his four large feet stepped onto the altar battle square.

Zhou Leng slowly stood up, his height exceeding three meters because he had not yet digested the power.

They were so insignificant in front of the dire wolf demigod, who stood twenty meters tall at the shoulder.

The Dire Wolf demigod looked at Zhou Leng, his eyes slightly narrowed. This ferocious ape's aura was rather strong.

Something doesn't feel right.

Zhou Leng looked at the Mammoth Elders.

The Mammoth Elders nodded, signifying the official start of the war between the two gods. The third star altar would be the site of the bloody battle between the two demigods who were heading to their ancestral land.

Only one side can continue forward; the other side either loses or dies.

Zhou Leng gently stretched her arms and squatted down to press her legs.

His gaze was calm, but deep within his eyes, a fierce fire seemed to burn.

All the ferocious beasts felt an unimaginable savage power surging within the body of this hairless, ferocious ape.

That's the wildness that only ferocious beasts possess.

"You can be my opponent..."

The dire wolf demigod maintained the posture of a superior race, attempting to intimidate the opponent with his imposing presence.

But before he could finish speaking, Zhou Leng stomped on the ground, causing dust and rags to explode in a ring.

Without even using the true power of the starry sky, it transformed into a phantom and rushed towards the Dire Wolf demigod.

The dire wolf demigod had been on guard in the shadows. He narrowed his eyes, crouched down, and then, the figure disappeared from his sight at a speed he couldn't even react to.

Those outside the battlefield saw that the small figure, like a beam of light, swept past the head of the dire wolf demigod and approached his neck.

With a single reach, he seized the dire wolf demigod's neck, gently twisted and lifted it, and with a snap, ripped off the enormous wolf's head.

It landed on the ground.

Even in death, the dire wolf demigod's eyes remained narrowed, alert, searching for an opponent.

The headless wolf body collapsed with a crash.

Zhou Leng glanced at the dire wolf's four large, gelatinous claws, walked over, broke them off, and put them into his Starry Sky Bag, preparing to eat a stewed wolf claw.

I've been cultivating for the past few days and haven't eaten a single meal.

The masters of the Dire Wolf tribe stared blankly as the hairless ferocious ape collected the corpse and walked down the mountain with the masters of the Mammoth tribe.

Only after the mammoth army had gone far away did the masters of the Dire Wolf tribe come to their senses.

The path to the Starry Altar for the Dire Wolf Tribe has come to an end.

From afar, the mammoth tribe's army was jubilant, with countless ferocious beasts roaring and singing triumphant war songs.

The final hurdle on the way to our ancestral homeland is over.

Ahead, the land stretched out flat and clear.

The eight-toothed mammoth clan returned to their ancestral lands and ascended to the status of a demigod race.

The Flying Mountain Bears in the group were extremely excited. Although they had lost a large number of members, they had formed a staunch alliance with the Eight-Toothed Mammoth alien race.

Next, with the support of the eight-toothed mammoths, they can avoid being hunted down by rival tribes and develop rapidly.

The elders of the Flying Mountain Bears approached Elder Mammoth. As they drew near, they discussed the treasure of King Mountain as they walked.

Many ferocious beasts' ancestors left behind treasures to prevent their lineage from dying out.

When a group is at its weakest, it can use this to grow and thrive.

However, the treasure of Wangshan, which belongs to the Flying Mountain Bear, has been occupied by the "Platinum Dragon Lion" of the rival tribe and cannot be opened.

Elder Mammoth reported to Zhou Leng, and ultimately all parties decided that once Elder Mammoth officially returned to his ancestral land, the first thing he would do was lead people to the Wangshan Treasure.

The reward is half of the treasure, but the bloodline power belonging to the Fierce Bear belongs to the Fierce Bear of Flying Mountain.

The army of ferocious beasts marched forward and finally arrived at the gate of the ancestral land.

On the vast plain, a giant doorway made of countless skeletons, three hundred meters high, stood before everyone like a mountain.

On the gate of the skeletal remains, dried bloodstains were mottled and had turned black.

Zhou Leng remained calm, but the ferocious beasts, especially the eight-toothed mammoths, all wore expressions of fervor.

Upon arriving at the gate, the ferocious beasts looked at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng stepped down from the mobile palace and led all the eight-toothed mammoths and Big Yellow to the gate.

Behind them, the other beasts from other tribes looked at the eight-toothed mammoth with envy.

Zhou Leng cut open a blood vessel, sprayed out blood, smeared it on his hands, and pressed it against the ancestral gate.

boom……

The gate of corpses roared.

From afar, the melodious sound of bugles echoed.

The mammoths, with tears streaming down their faces and blood spurting from their mouths, approached the gates of their ancestral land, smearing themselves with blood.

Big Yellow was also among them, smearing its own blood on the gate of the ancestral land.

Zhou Leng pressed against the door, blood gushing out continuously.

When the blood accumulates to a certain level, your vision suddenly blurs, as if you are in the starry sky.

In the starry sky, a group of giant beasts surged forward in a continuous line.

Each ancient beast was larger than a star.

The ancient beasts flowed like stars, and wherever they passed, the void collapsed and countless stars were shattered.

The powerful force bound everything around them, preventing any light from emanating from their vicinity.

If you only look at it with your eyes, what you see in front of you is a huge black hole.

The ancient beasts seemed to be a huge source of gravity.

In the distance, countless galaxies revolve around them, coalescing into an unimaginably dazzling star ring.

It's as if the entire universe was born from him and operates because of him.

The most majestic of the ancient beasts, shining like light, is difficult to see clearly.

All one can see is that at the center of the ancient beast horde, the universe was newly created, heaven and earth were first established, divine light burst forth, and this has been so since time immemorial, eternally unchanging.

Its birth was like the beginning of heaven and earth.

Its existence is like the beginning of heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a giant elephant beside the most majestic one turned its head to look at them.

With just a glance, countless galaxies are twisted, myriad stars descend from the sky, stars become lines, and lines converge to form a road.

Between the two sides, a path of light paved with stars has appeared.

An unimaginable shock shook Zhou Leng's mind.

In an instant, everything returned to normal, and before him stood the ancestral gate stained with blood.

Zhou Leng stopped bleeding, his mind replaying the scene from just now.

That star ring contains far more galaxies than the total number of stars in the observable universe.

(End of this chapter)