Chapter 230: Chapter 225: Subdue the Werewolves, The Queen’s First Cannon Fodder Legion (Two-in-One!)_2
So what if he was the tribe’s top genius? No matter how strong, how could he compare to that group of prodigies in the Holy Land? At this moment, if one performed exceptionally well, they could enter the Holy Land, so naturally, such an opportunity had to be grasped firmly.
"Are you also participants in the Divine War?"
At this time, a curious voice drifted over from afar.
"Who!"
The werewolf guards immediately became alert, searching for the source.
It wasn’t until a flicker of Crown Flame burned, dispelling the white fog, that the werewolves, who had been anticipating a formidable enemy, finally saw the newcomer clearly.
He was a slender young man, strolling leisurely. His pupils shimmered like stars on a summer night, glimmering with beautiful nebulae. His aura wasn’t strong, which initially put the werewolves at ease, but then greed surfaced in their eyes.
"I’ve heard human flesh is the most delicious. It would be a pity not to eat this meal that’s delivered itself to our door."
"Look at this delicate skin and tender flesh! I’ll gut him and roast him up nicely to reward the brothers."
"No, he should be offered to His Highness the Prince! If we make His Highness happy, we might get some rewards, wouldn’t that be better?"
The guarding werewolves licked their lips. Food voluntarily delivering itself was a rare sight.
To the Blood Race, humans were blood food; to werewolves, humans were simply food.
Without exception, humans were delicacies on their dining table.
Just as the werewolves prepared to capture him alive, the young man suddenly trembled. An astonishing surge of blood vitality erupted from him, piercing the sky and transforming into a vivid and lifelike Blood Dragon.
"What!"
The guarding werewolves had no time to react. The scene before them unfolded like a slowly spreading scroll painting, revealing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with thousands of bones piled high. Looking up, a meteor as brilliant as the scorching sun, carrying the vast might of the heavens, came crashing down!
Golden Body plus Titan Divine Race Fist!
Chu Yi was indifferent. He simply threw a punch using the Titan Divine Race Fist.
His blood vitality churned like boiling water, the force of his punch roaring like a dragon. Engulfed in the fire of the Crown Flame, it transformed into a blood-red flood dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged forward, effortlessly annihilating everything in its path!
BOOM!
The nearest werewolf’s pupils shrank. Intimidated by the punch’s intent, its consciousness disintegrated before it was smashed into a cloud of blood mist by the pursuing blood-red dragon!
The Blood Dragon’s momentum didn’t abate, continuing its charge, smashing through the werewolves behind, one after another!
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT...
Fresh blood splattered everywhere, a torrential rain of gore sprinkling onto the soft, decaying earth. The dust writhed, swallowed by this bizarre soil.
The Martial Dao civilization of the Titan Race is indeed domineering. Paired with my Golden Body, I transform directly into a humanoid fierce Beast.
Chu Yi had originally intended only to experiment, but the results were surprisingly good.
The Titan Race, a group favored by the Earth Mother Goddess, pushed their strength to the extreme, giving birth to a prosperous Martial Dao civilization—the very source of martial-type Pet Beasts. If I could integrate it into my own Beast Taming system, how powerful would that be!
After advancing to the Human King Body, I’ll focus on developing my Martial Dao.
Chu Yi raised his hand and struck out with his palm. The force descended like a hurricane, dispersing the white fog along with the stench of blood from the exploded bodies, carrying it further away.
BANG!
A dark light pierced through the sky, traversed the white fog, and swiftly hit Chu Yi.
A golden light flashed around Chu Yi’s body. The dark light splattered like black liquid, unable to even break his defense.
"What!"
The attacking Great Elder was slightly startled. That was my most prized Witchcraft, capable of shattering souls, yet it couldn’t do anything to this human cub?
Little did he know, the Golden Body was impervious to all evils and feared no Witchcraft.
This sneak attack, however, caught Chu Yi’s attention. His Clock Eye refracted a glimmer of Twilight Light, dragging everything within his sight into a dim, crepuscular world awaiting its end.
Found you.
Chu Yi had also been looking for a pawn who possessed a card. He not only wanted to understand this game but also needed to abduct someone to take back and research with Lias.
He stomped his foot, his Golden Body surging with Mighty Power. His blood vitality billowed like wolf smoke as he extended an arm, tracing a complex and eerie pattern through the air.
Fist Technique: Great Ape King Spear!
The targeted Great Elder shuddered, his thoughts scattering as he was dragged into the world of the fist’s intent.
He saw the wolf smoke roil and condense into a hundred-zhang-tall, blood-colored giant ape, baring its fangs. It threw a punch that seemed like a meteor tearing through the void, crashing down!
BANG!
Although he was only stunned for a second, when the Great Elder’s awareness returned to reality, a fist already filled his vision, right before his eyes!
"Who dares provoke the Snowfield Tribe?"
Accompanied by a low wolfish howl, an elegant Wolf Prince, Fusai, emerged from the white fog. Without a word, he struck Chu Yi’s back with a hand carrying a fierce, snowy wind.
CLANG!
A protective golden light burst from Chu Yi’s back. Fusai was stunned and then sent flying backward.
Meanwhile, the Great Elder seized this opportunity. He used Witchcraft to transform into a swarm of intertwined insects, but this form was obliterated by the punch. The attack carved a deep trench over a hundred zhang long in the earth behind him, followed by raging torrents of air that swept through the area!
How can this human cub be so terrifying!
The insect fog danced aside, coalescing into the figure of the Great Elder, his face filled with fear. "Your Highness! His target is us! You must be careful and use your full strength to defeat him!"
Fusai nodded. Even without the Great Elder’s warning, he intended to capture this human and uncover his secrets.
"Human, your courage is worthy of my serious attention."
"In the name of the War Gods, I, Fusai, Prince of the Snowfield Tribe, challenge this human!"
Fusai took a deep breath. His muscles swelled, ripping his clothes apart. Noble silver fur rapidly sprouted, and he soon transformed into a werewolf nearly three meters tall.
His entire body was covered in snow-white fur, and his muscles were grotesquely large; a single arm was as thick as a hippopotamus’s thigh.
To have been chosen by the Gods and invited into the Werewolf Holy Land, his talent was clearly not lacking. He possessed Dawn Star-level combat power!
The Blood Race values bloodlines. Werewolves, in addition to bloodlines, also possess talent and techniques!
"Good."
Chu Yi also unleashed his blood vitality, which erupted like a live volcano. Thick, thunderous blood vitality roiled as his six Crown Flame Wings reignited, layers of flame propelling him forward as his figure flashed.
THUMP!
The next moment, Fusai felt a sharp pain in his chest. A rusty, blood-colored Short Spear had pierced his heart from behind, causing a large gush of blood. It came with a "Bleeding to Death" debuff.
Fusai froze, his eyes filled with disbelief. He struggled to turn towards the youth who had ambushed him. "You... why..."
In a duel, a sneak attack is a despicable act.
No one would choose to launch a sneak attack, as it meant invoking the name of the War Gods and accepting their divine gaze!
However, the rules here were so intertwined that even the Gods could not cast their sight upon this place.
"Eat my righteous backstab!" Chu Yi exclaimed.
Shamelessly, he withdrew the Blood Spear. His six Crown Flame Wings beat once, and he charged towards the Great Elder.
In the name of justice, even a sneak attack becomes open and honorable!
"Your Highness! Protect me! Protect me!"
The frail, elderly Great Elder, startled, hastily invoked his Witchcraft. However, it had only a minimal effect on the impervious Chu Yi, so he could only try to call for reinforcements.
The white fog muffled perception and sound, so the surrounding werewolf army didn’t react, completely unaware of the situation.
Even those who rushed to protect him were smashed into pulp by Chu Yi’s casual punch.
Under Chu Yi’s fierce assault, the Great Elder dodged left and right. He occasionally glanced at the profusely bleeding Prince, whose blood was gushing like a fountain, impossible to staunch. This left the Great Elder anxious and restless.
The situation should have been entirely in our favor! How did we end up encountering this ferocious human cub?
"Go!"
Chu Yi’s eyes turned cold. The power of time swirled, condensing into a marble that shot into the Great Elder’s body. His already frail blood vitality declined further, making him appear several years older. His spell incantation speed also slowed, even causing him to mispronounce several Witchcraft incantations, resulting in a backlash.
Time Missile!
Against targets with little lifespan remaining, this skill is like Death itself knocking at their door. It steals their remaining lifespan and drastically reduces their combat power, among other effects.
"I surrender!"
For the Prince’s safety, the gray-haired Great Elder, frail as a candle in the wind, had no choice but to surrender and give up resistance.
He still had a series of trump cards up his sleeve.
But somehow, his memory was failing him. Old and frail, he felt that the slightest mistake could lead to his demise.
As for Fusai, pierced through the heart by the Blood Spear, he continued to bleed profusely despite the werewolf’s terrifying regenerative power. He had already lost so much blood that a pool was forming around him in the corner where he lay.