It possesses no substance, purely a product of spiritual Ascension.
And its power is to cover reality with spirit, modifying the world before it through one's own resolve and desire—how could the Shangri-La tainted by the Wolf Blood Oath, the Forest Country it created, possibly be a Heavenly Paradise?!
Just by looking at the obvious manifestation, one knows, the Forest Country, no, the Forest Wolf is nurturing a power...
The Mountain Wolf excels in strength and speed, the Heart Wolf is adept at disguise and concealnt, and as for the yet-to-be-born Forest Wolf, its real talent is likely Plunder!
The mont the third Wolf Evil manifested, the wolves hidden in the dark began using this chanism as a weapon, corroding the White Deer's wilderness.
The beasts devour each other, greedily and wantonly growing.
Once one enters the domain of the Forest Country, as long as both sides are determined to be enemies, no matter who they are, they can plunder strength from each other through battle and slaughter.
And the entire process is akin to a sacrificial ritual, offering to the Forest Wolf.
The power the killer gains is rely superficial, as more lives and souls are entirely absorbed by the Forest Country to undergo Transformation, nurturing the third unfinished Wolf Evil.
Just thinking about it reveals how deadly the allure is.
No matter how enormous the harm and consequences, so will take the risk.
And the scarier part is that the mutual devouring between the White Deer and the Wolves is inherently the cycle and circulation between the Superior and the Great Evil.
Therefore, theoretically speaking—the gifts of the Forest Country co with no risk of Mutated transformation!
Imagine, no repercussions, no cost, just killing to beco stronger... for those who seek power, it's practically Heaven!
If Ji Jue were not Ember, he might not resist such a swift and rapid 'simple mode,' where killing grants positive feedback, predation is justified, and slaughter is given aning, making murder seem only natural.
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
In the frontline base, Ji Jue sits behind the counter, able to see the anticipation and frenzy appearing on each jubilant face.
A large number of Chosen Ones are converging at an amazing speed.
To break through limits, to gain greater power, to eliminate the Great Evil's influence in the world... there are plenty of reasons!
But there is only one purpose.
Kill!
Just kill and it's settled.
On the very day the news leaked, soone within the Forest Country had broken through the Rebirth Rank, stepping into the realm of transcend!
Now, on the streets, almost everyone has so blood stains on their clothes, though their faces show the sa smile and joy.
The joy of harvest.
It can be foreseen that once the news spreads further—almost all Chosen Ones struggling at bottlenecks would rush towards Forest Country, fearing this precious opportunity would vanish, only regretting not killing enough!
But is there really no price?
After becoming accustod to the experience of leveling up and gaining experience through killing, who can return to the past? Who can endure the stagnation and long waiting before the pass?
The so-called harvest is itself part of the cost!
No matter if you see it clearly, what can you do?
Can you stop it?
Ji Jue closes his eyes, sighing wearily.
In the noises outside the window, the air is filled with the familiar scent of Bodhi Leaf's vegetation.
Opposite him, in the bustling workshop selling area, a gaunt monk quietly watches everything, sighing silently, with no one paying attention.
As if he doesn't exist.
Only Ji Jue's eyes slightly open.
Among the indifference, doubt erges.
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.
Boom!!!!
Under the cover of giant trees, on the wilderness, the Disaster Beast roars, falling backward, devoured by hundreds of ghouls created by Blood Thirst.
A series of wolf howls arise, red bristles gradually erging between flesh, transforming into a wolf under the conversion of the Wolf Blood Oath.
But it won't be long before these mad dogs are nearly wiped out by the intruders' hunts. Perhaps one true wolf will be catalyzed among hundreds or thousands of mad dogs, or perhaps not, but it matters not.
In the wilderness, in the dense forests, in the mountains and caves.
At this mont within Forest Country, there is killing everywhere.
Bombardnts from the Federation and the Empire, harassnt from the Revenge Front, the White Deer's infiltration and the wolves' traps and counterattacks.
And then, death, death, and death.
Intruders and Mutated Transformations are slaughtering others or eting death with terrifying efficiency, yet more people keep erging, converging, invading.
Everyone is killing, everyone is waiting.
Each is shalessly and greedily gorging, yet each is also lurking and enduring...
Wolves and deer are entrenched on this wilderness, fighting to the death.
Only fresh blood continually seeps into the earth, gradually drying up, and then re-erging beneath the giant tree.
A myriad of threads of blood noiselessly extend upwards along the branches of the giant tree, gathering on that withered corpse, then spreading out, extending to countless branches.
Thus, amid the transmission of countless pulses and blood, a muffled heartbeat finally resounded from the corpse, like thunder.
On the withered corpse, fingers twitch montarily again.
As if struggling in a nightmare that cannot awaken.
"How different are humans from beasts?"
On the altar, Shekri watches all this coldly, mocking with a sigh: "Heh, if one could understand such a principle earlier, how could one end up like this?"
No one responds.
And no one knows who he mocks, the dead White King or his forr self.
Only a distant, blood-scented wind blows again, sweeping through the phantom branches, wailing mournfully.
Like a wolf.
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