Chapter 747: Chapter 721: Divine Form

The Grandmasters of the Mammoth Tribe jumped and shouted, celebrating the victory of the power star altar.

Other fierce beast grandmasters accompanied the demigod here and approached, conventionally congratulating the Eight-toothed Mammoth tribe.

Especially the group of the defeated demigod, voluntarily expressed that on the road ahead, they would no longer send beasts to block.

This contest of strength proved the might of the Eight-toothed Mammoth tribe.

Zhou Leng and others left, while the other grandmasters carried the unconscious demigod back home.

Only the Twin-bodied Fierce Bear clan was more tragic, carrying back a corpse.

The number of Summit Pythons was few, only one came.

Once all fierce beasts had departed, the injured Summit Python looked around.

Beasts?

My bones haven’t healed, how is that Furless Fierce Ape lively and jumping around?

As the bones were healing, movement now might ruin everything.

Too heavy.

Other demigod fierce beasts could fly, the Summit Python could not.

Too heavy.

He lay on the ground, dazed for a while, flicking his tongue with curses, slowly consuming the medicinal fruit.

Midway through eating, he frowned, looking towards the direction Zhou Leng departed.

If it wasn’t a contest of strength, but a life-and-death struggle, who would win?

Why was the bone broken by this Furless Fierce Ape so difficult to repair?

Forget it, better lie down for half a month and heal.

The Summit Python lay softly on the ground, resting for a while, then suddenly raised his head and looked towards Zhou Leng’s direction again.

No, why is that!

How is he lively and jumping away, while I’m stuck here?

Shouldn’t I be lightly drifting away, and he lies here, reflecting on his weakness?

The more the Summit Python thought, the angrier he became, stopping eating the medicinal fruit.

The tip of his tail remained stiffly up, refusing to drop down.

Having completed the second star altar, after celebrations and rest, the Mammoth Army continued to advance.

The remaining more than thirty thousand elite, with unsurpassed morale.

The numerous clans from the ancestral lands abandoned their resistance, even the Twin-bodied Fierce Bears were afraid, with fewer and fewer fierce beasts blocking the way.

Later, hundreds of fierce beasts would look at the Mammoth Tribe ahead, numbering a hundred times their own, and turn tail to flee.

The Mammoth Army drove forward with unstoppable momentum, soon reaching the third altar.

Thirty thousand troops camped outside the third altar, grandmasters surrounded Zhou Leng, ascending to the third star altar.

Zhou Leng walked to the center of the altar, the mountains glowed, and from the top, beams of white light descended upon the altar’s center, illuminating Zhou Leng.

Within the light, the power unique to fierce beasts gradually integrated into his body.

The fierce beast and demon spirit master grandmasters conversed with smiles.

“The new king is immensely powerful, barring unforeseen circumstances, can gain three days of cultivation time here.”

“The Terror Wolf Tribe can’t come in three days, though there’s no news of the Terror Wolf God, he’s been resting constantly since passing the second star altar…”

“Those who previously surrounded us have gone over there, they fight a battle then rest a day, likely dying on the way…”

“Heh heh, the new king was strong to begin with, it’ll be interesting when the Terror Wolf God arrives here…”

“On this trail, only one demigod can continue forward.”

The grandmasters waited silently.

As Zhou Leng meditated at the altar, he absorbed the power of fierce beasts continuously.

Three days later, the Terror Wolf God hadn’t arrived, Zhou Leng continued absorbing.

Five days passed, still no arrival from the Terror Wolf God.

The grandmasters looked at Zhou Leng.

The short time absorption of too much power caused his body to swell threefold, tearing his clothes apart.

Pieces of fabric lay around him.

Muscle on his back gathered into chain shapes, forming the outline of a giant elephant.

The grandmasters’ eyes gleamed.

That is the legendary “God Form”; once a complete God Form forms, hovering behind, the fierce beast’s power becomes even more formidable.

Now it’s just the outline of the God Form, yet already terrifyingly strong.

If he were to return now and collide with the Summit Python, he’d certainly send the opponent flying.

Until the seventh day, the light dimmed.

The grandmasters turned their heads, seeing a distant, tattered team slowly advancing at a valley below.

The total number reduced to only three thousand.

A team of the old, weak, sick, and disabled stubbornly carrying a dilapidated palace, like hauling a massive coffin.

Inside the roofless palace, lay a giant wolf, thirty meters long, beaten with a bruised face.

The Terror Wolf largely resembled a regular giant wolf, save for excessively large paws, akin to oversized, hairy chicken claws, nearly equivalent to its entire body size, plump with flesh.

The Mammoth Tribe grandmasters laughed.

The demigod Terror Wolf had been badly hit at the power altar, yet hadn’t fully recovered.

The Terror Wolf demigod opened his eyes, scanned the Mammoth Tribe, and gazed at the thirty thousand-strong army, looking formidable.

Reaching the valley base, the Terror Wolf demigod dismounted the palace, leading the tribe’s injured grandmasters, stepping onto the altar’s edge.

The Terror Wolf God looked at Zhou Leng.

He had heard of this Furless Fierce Ape, reputed to be quite impressive, yet details remained secretive since they were rivals.

However, generally the Fierce Ape clan wielded average power, aside from the strongest, the Golden Fierce Ape, other Fierce Apes fell easily in the fierce beast world.

The Terror Wolf demigod took a deep breath, speaking lowly while walking, “Fierce Ape? I’ve killed too many.”

As he spoke, his four massive feet stepped onto the altar battle plaza.

Zhou Leng slowly rose, with power yet to digest, standing over three meters tall.

So small before the twenty-meter shoulder height of the Terror Wolf demigod.

The Terror Wolf demigod eyed Zhou Leng, slightly squinting; this ape’s Qi felt slightly formidable.

Such a sensation felt somewhat off.

Zhou Leng looked towards the Mammoth Elders.

The Mammoth Elders nodded, indicating that the Dual God Battle had officially begun.

The Third Starry Sky Altar led the demigods from both sides to the ancestral land for a blood battle.

Only one side could proceed, the other must either lose or die.

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

His gaze was calm, yet deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a burning fire.

All the fierce beasts felt an unimaginable wild power boiling within the body of this Furless Fierce Ape.

That was the wildness that only the race of fierce beasts possessed.

“You can be my opponent…”

The Demigod Fear Wolf maintained the posture of an upper-rank tribe, attempting to intimidate the opponent with his aura.

Yet before he could finish speaking, Zhou Leng stomped the ground, causing dust and fragments to explode into a ring.

Without even using the true power of the starry sky, he turned into a phantom and charged towards the Demigod Fear Wolf.

The Demigod Fear Wolf had been secretly vigilant; he squinted his eyes, crouched down, and then, at a speed beyond his reaction, the figure vanished from his sight.

Those outside the battlefield saw the small figure like a streak of light, sweeping past the Demigod Fear Wolf’s head and approaching the neck.

He stretched out a hand, grabbed the Fear Wolf Demigod’s neck, and with a slight twist and lift, a “crack” sounded, and he removed the massive wolf head.

It fell to the ground.

Until his death, the eyes of the Demigod Fear Wolf squinted, vigilant, searching for his opponent.

The headless wolf’s body collapsed with a thud.

Zhou Leng looked at the four gelatinous big paws of the Fear Wolf, walked over to break them, stored them in the starry sky bag, planning to stew them for a meal.

He hadn’t eaten a bite during the cultivation days recently.

The Grandmasters of the Fear Wolf Tribe stared dully at the Furless Fierce Ape taking the body and walking down the mountain with the Grandmasters of the Mammoth Tribe.

Only when the Mammoth Army had gone far did the Grandmasters of the Fear Wolf Tribe come to their senses.

The Starry Sky Altar path of the Fear Wolf Tribe ended.

In the distance, the Mammoth Tribe’s army erupted in jubilation, countless fierce beasts howled, singing the triumphant war song.

The final hurdle on the path to the ancestral land ended.

Ahead, the way was clear.

The Eight-toothed Mammoth Tribe returned to the ancestral land, ascending to the demigod tribe.

The Flying Mountain Fierce Bears within the ranks were extremely excited. Although they had lost many members, they had formed an iron alliance with the Eight-toothed Mammoth Alien Race.

Next, they could avoid the pursuit of hostile tribes and rapidly develop under the support of the Eight-toothed Mammoth.

The elders of the Flying Mountain Fierce Bears approached the Mammoth Elders, and as they advanced, they discussed the treasure of King Mountain.

Many fierce beasts’ ancestors left treasures to avoid the severance of inheritance for future generations.

When the tribe fell into decline, these could be used to develop and grow strong.

But the King Mountain Treasure belonging to the Flying Mountain Fierce Bears was occupied by the hostile tribe, the “Platinum Dragon Lion,” and could not be opened.

The Mammoth Elders reported to Zhou Leng, and ultimately all parties decided that after the Mammoth Elders officially returned to the ancestral land, the first task would be to lead people to King Mountain Treasure.

The reward would be half of the treasure, but the bloodline strength belonging to the Fierce Bears would be returned to the Flying Mountain Fierce Bears.

The fierce beast army marched forward and finally reached the gates of the ancestral land.

On the vast plain, a gigantic gate frame made of countless skeletons stood 300 meters high, like a mountain in front of everyone.

The corpse gate was mottled with dried bloodstains, already blackened.

Zhou Leng’s expression was calm, yet the fierce beasts, especially the Eight-toothed Mammoth Tribe, were all intensely enthusiastic.

Upon reaching the gate, the fierce beasts looked towards Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng walked down from the mobile palace, leading all the Eight-toothed Mammoths and Huang to the gate.

Behind them, the fierce beasts of other tribes watched the Eight-toothed Mammoths with envy.

Zhou Leng cut open his blood vessels, sprayed blood, smeared it on his hands, and pressed against the ancestral land gates.

Boom…

The corpse gate emitted a rumbling sound.

In a distant place, a melodious horn sounded.

The Mammoth Tribe cried tears and sprayed blood as they approached the gates of the ancestral land, smearing fresh blood.

Huang also mixed among them, smearing his own blood on the gates of the ancestral land.

Zhou Leng pressed the gate, blood continuously seeping out.

When the blood accumulated to a certain level, suddenly everything blurred as if he was in the starry sky.

In the starry sky, a group of giant beasts connected together, rushing forward.

Each ancient beast was larger than the stars.

The ancient beast group flowed like stars, where they passed, the void crumbled, and ten thousand stars were shattered.

Powerful forces bound everything around them; even the light around them couldn’t pass through.

If one only looked with the eyes, ahead was a huge black hole.

The ancient beast group seemed like a massive gravitational source.

In the distance, countless galaxies revolved around them, forming an unimaginably radiant star ring.

It was as if the entire universe was born and operated because of them.

The most majestic of the ancient beast group, bright as light, remained indistinct.

Only the center of the ancient beast group, a newly opened universe, a primordial world, where divine light burst forth, ancient and eternal.

It existed as when the world first opened.

Suddenly, beside the most majestic one, a giant elephant turned its head to gaze over.

With just a gentle glance, countless galaxies shifted, ten thousand stars descended, stars formed lines, lines formed paths.

Between the two sides, a star-illuminated road appeared.

An unimaginable shock struck Zhou Leng’s mind.

In an instant, everything returned, before him was the blood-smeared gate of the ancestral land.

Zhou Leng stopped the bleeding, thoughts of the previous scene kept replaying in his mind.

The number of galaxies contained within that star ring was far more than the total number of stars in the currently observable universe by humanity, many, many more.

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