"Drink the blood of the Wolf God and be transformed by divine power!"
"Little fox, are you saying that there is a god alive on this continent!"
Wang Zhong suddenly thought of this, his eyes trembling with astonishment.
A living god!
Gods were terrifying beings that transcended human limitations and reached the pinnacle of mortal capability.
That is to say, the so-called hundred-level powerhouses!
But if breaking through to the hundred-level was that easy, there wouldn't be so few people on the entire continent who had heard of the existence of gods.
If the Wolf God truly existed, no one or force on earth could rival it. The power of a god was absolute, a mighty force that crushed all beings.
"Yes, the Wolf God must be alive."
"Otherwise, this person called Li Erniu wouldn't have been transformed into a werewolf, or what you call a wolf bandit."
The little fox's confident voice, without any hesitation or uncertainty, directly told Wang Zhong that the Wolf God was alive!
"Then the Bear God, the Spider God, and the rest of the beast gods are also alive!"
The thought of this possibility sent shivers down Wang Zhong's spine. If all the beast gods were to emerge, the entire continent would instantly become a paradise for the beast race, and humanity would have no power to resist.
The same would be true for the Upper Three Sects, the Two Empires, the Spirit Hall, and Sea God Island. Facing gods, human strength was utterly insignificant. Even a Level Ninety-Nine Limit Douluo would be like an ant compared to a god, easily crushed!
"No, I'm not sure about that."
"The Wrath of the Bear God, the Wrath of the Spider God, are merely secret techniques derived from the burning of bloodlines. They can be used whether the Bear God and the Spider God are present or not."
The little fox licked its paw, its fox eyes filled with arrogance, and continued, "In fact, the Nine-Tailed Fox Robe is also on par with them."
Wang Zhong's eyes suddenly blinked. This statement seemed to contain some incredible information.
"Little fox, were you a beast god before!"
The little fox's mouth curled into a grin, and its beastly eyes exuded immense pride and authority, like a monarch.
"Beast god? No, I am not a beast god."
"I am not as weak as them. I am the Lord of All Beasts! The King of Gods!"
A deep voice, carrying boundless ferocity and dominance from ancient times, declared that in the era when myriad beasts fought and beast gods existed, it stood at the peak of the world, the ultimate of beasts, a monarch who had reached the pinnacle of beastliness.
The Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, the Lord of Beasts, the Emperor of Demons!
An immeasurable age ago, a meteor as fiery red as a shooting star descended upon the continent. The meteor struck the earth, shattering the entire continent.
A nine-tailed fox, as large as a mountain, descended with the meteor. Its arrival astonished countless gods and drew the animosity of all beast gods.
The gods of humanity sought to subdue it and make it their mount, while the gods of the beasts wished to kill it to prove their dignity as beast gods.
A war that swept across the entire world, even affecting the God Realm, began.
With a shake of its nine tails, the heavens and earth collapsed, the God Realm was half-destroyed, and countless gods perished in this battle. Divine blood rained down upon the earth from the sky, monstrous beasts roared, and innumerable beast gods were torn apart by the nine-tailed fox's claws, becoming its food. The earth was stained crimson.
The myriad beast gods that once roamed the earth were almost completely annihilated in this battle! Those beast gods who survived, or did not participate in the war, prostrated themselves before the nine-tailed fox in submission.
But beasts were, after all, beasts. Even if their divine bloodline was killed, their descendants continued to advance, and one god after another was born, roaring and fighting the nine-tailed fox once more.
And the outcome was already decided: death!
Generation after generation issued challenges, and generation after generation met their demise. This cruel and desperate reality, over endless ages, seared fear into their bloodlines, perpetuating it for ten thousand generations.
That was the absolute majesty of the Lord of Beasts, forged in slaughter!
Tracing back through their bloodlines, etched into their souls, it would never be extinguished!
Wang Zhong's mouth hung agape. Listening to the little fox's proud and disdainful tone in his mind, he was utterly dumbfounded.
He knew the little fox was extraordinary but had never imagined it would be so powerful.
The titles "Lord of All Beasts" and "King of Gods" were far more noble and majestic than any "Beast God."
And among beasts, strength determined everything. The strong were lords, the victors were kings.
"No wonder that Ba Xia chose to sacrifice itself the moment it saw the little fox."
"For it, being able to contribute its strength to the resurrection of its king must have been an honor."
Recalling the million-year-old colossal beast that had sacrificed itself to him, Wang Zhong murmured softly.
"Wang Zhong, follow that werewolf."
"Find the Wolf God!"
In his mind, the little fox tilted its head, its fiery red eyes filled with contemplation.
After the great war a million years ago, the leader of the Sacred Spirit Church had won. In its calculations, the entire continent should have been covered in bloodshed and despair. But the current continent was entirely different from what it had imagined.
The weakness of the beast race was a given, as an immeasurable number of beast gods had participated in that war. It was natural for the Sacred Spirit Church to initiate a purge and reckoning.
But what truly puzzled it was humanity!
Humans had not only failed to live under the shadow of the Sacred Spirit Church but had become increasingly robust and prosperous. This was entirely contrary to that man's methods.
An evil god that consumed living beings had let go of the fattened prey right before its mouth, allowing them to multiply and thrive freely. This was utterly illogical.
"Wolf God! Little fox, can you defeat it now?"
Wang Zhong's brows furrowed. He was merely a Soul King now, still a long way from becoming a Titled Douluo. Facing a god was too much of a stretch, and a god with subjects like the wolf bandits was unlikely to be benevolent.
"Fight? Why would I fight!"
"I am the lord, and it is a subject! No matter how powerful it is, it must bow down to me!"
A fierce light flashed in the little fox's eyes, radiating extreme majesty and ruthlessness.
It had only lost its power, but its dignity and pride as a king had never diminished. To avoid its subject was an extreme humiliation for the little fox.
Moreover, it did not believe that the current Wolf God still possessed the power to dare oppose it!
The inherent majesty imprinted in its bloodline was the greatest suppression and weakening of all beasts.
Any beast that dared to bare its claws before a nine-tailed fox had long ago been tamed through endless slaughter over the ages.
The wolf tribe was no exception.
"Alright, I understand!"
Sensing the pride and self-respect in the little fox's tone, Wang Zhong nodded in agreement. He did not wish for anything that would tarnish the dignity of this companion who shared his fate.
With his Wood Clone, the Left Arm Soul Bone, and the Fan, Wang Zhong, while not an opponent for a god, could escape with his life if he fought desperately. A god might not be able to stop him.
His mental power silently spread out, covering a large circular area centered on Wang Zhong. Within this area, he saw the wolf bandit leader constantly fleeing in a certain direction.