Chapter 753: Chapter 437: The Golden Eagle Dies, A Gift to the White Wolf.
This massive battle for supremacy raged on until the sky darkened and the earth dimd, with blood flowing like rivers.
The thick scent of fresh blood had once again transford into a mist of blood, rising between heaven and earth.
Pervasive gunpowder fus, shattered rocks, clouds of dust, and powerful streams of energy, among others, had almost completely hidden the Blessed Land of Kirov State.
The already devastated Blessed Land of Kirov State beca even more fractured and broken, where every step seed to crush a skeleton beneath.
Yes, skeletons.
For the pure energy contained within the flesh had long been devoured clean by the Ultimate Beings or the other formidable exotic beasts.
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Having reached the Apocalyptic Level, a single inhale could suck in the flesh, life soul, and energy from ordinary exotic beasts and New Humans alike into oneself.
The strong ruled over life and death, while the weak were slaughtered at will.
Such scenes had beco the norm in this world.
Perhaps only when a civilization once again unites the world and seizes the throne of The World’s Master in its hands, could there be a possibility of returning to the stability and prosperity of a bygone era.
With the will of Earth stabilizing this space, even the fierce battles of the Ultimate Beings could only stir up trendous energy flows and not tear apart space to create a series of black holes.
But high above, at hundreds of thousands of ters, it was an exception.
Because upon reaching the Strongest World-Ending Level, even with Earth’s will stabilizing the space, fine black lines still appeared!
Boom!
Colossal energy fluctuations collided, exploding in the sky hundreds of thousands of ters high.
Su Lin and Godspeed Golden Eagle had fought from high noon, straight through the true dusk and sunset, and into the pitch black of deep night.
Both had infused all of their Origin Power into their bodies, but when the fight reached its peak, shadows still lood behind them.
Behind Su Lin hung the Nine Cycles Silver Moon and a Blood Moon across the sky.
Behind the Godspeed Golden Eagle, on the other hand, lood that imnsely large, gray-black bright moon,
The images behind each, synchronized with the crashing waves of trendous energy, turned the sky hundreds of thousands of ters up into a scene both dreamlike and filled with strange phenona.
After hours of bloody combat, the gray-black moon behind the Godspeed Golden Eagle began to quiver violently once more.
The vast silver fluorescence of Su Lin overpowered the gray-black fluorescence.
Without a doubt, after hours of fierce battle, the Arctic Wolf King had once again gained the upper hand!
Boom!
The Godspeed Golden Eagle at that mont was in a pitiful state, with blood oozing from wounds all over its body. Due to the severity of its injuries, even the Source of Divinity could no longer heal the wounds swiftly.
Blood of gray-black hue seeped from its eyes and sharp beak, and its massive body was covered with nurous wounds.
The White Wolf’s strike had pierced a huge bloody hole in its chest, shredding nearly half of its heart with its talon,
The once-healed talons were broken again, leaving only the bare bones, looking ludicrously bare.
Especially those large gray-black wings, covered with dense scars, had reached their limit of endurance; a single more blow could break them as it had before, forcibly smashing them apart.
At this ti, the extrely weary Godspeed Golden Eagle raised its head to look across the sky at the White Wolf standing opposite it.
The White Wolf also bore nurous wounds,
But none of these injuries were fatal, and the most severe was rely a long gash opened up on its left flank by the Supre Yin Rule, reaching its innards and causing a significant loss of essence blood.
However, who could have imagined that the White Wolf’s recovery ability was in no way inferior to that of the ancestral species with the Source of Divinity?
Such a grave injury had healed significantly even in the midst of battle,
And at this mont, the wounds on the White Wolf’s body continued to heal rapidly.
What a terrifying Healing capability.
Having observed this, Godspeed Golden Eagle couldn’t help but feel astonished at the White Wolf’s heaven-defying recovery ability.
Perhaps in the future, the White Wolf might indeed have the chance to defeat the Bloodthirsty Python, the Human-Skin Giant Tree, and those other terrifying beings in the Deep Sea.
But this Godspeed Golden Eagle would not live to see that day.
After such a grueling blood battle, having exerted all its strength, it could be considered as having contributed its last bit of light and heat to The Theological Alliance.
Gazing at each other for a long ti, neither Su Lin nor the Godspeed Golden Eagle knew what they were waiting for.
The Godspeed Golden Eagle might have been reflecting on its life, while Su Lin might have been according dignity and respect to this once ruler of the skies.
In any case, after a considerable ti had passed, the Godspeed Golden Eagle moved its gray-black eyes and scanned the battlefield below, noting that its three-million-strong army of The Theological Alliance had already fully engaged with the attacking Wolf Pack.
The two were fighting fiercely, yet this three-million-strong army trying to hold off more than twelve million elite Wolf Pack mbers was like using a mantis’s limbs to stop a chariot.
One exotic beast after another, confidants from the past, were dying on the battlefield.
Seeing this, a renewed sense of vitality appeared in the eyes of the Godspeed Golden Eagle, but ultimately, it did not act rashly.
For it had already been defeated; what more could it possibly gain from continuing the fight?
It would only die a more miserable death at the hands of the White Wolf!
So, raising its head to look at Su Lin once more, it let out a cry with its spiritual will and soared into the sky.
Su Lin followed closely behind, the Celestial Wolf Wings fluttering again as they quickly broke through to a height of three million ters.
At three million ters, they were in the ionosphere of the atmospheric layer,
A height where few species survive, eerily silent and cold, with only the sound of howling winds brushing past the ears of the Godspeed Golden Eagle and Su Lin.
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