Chapter 42: Must not be exposed before the gods! Cold-hearted ferocious beasts!

Arou was surrounded by these ferocious beasts; a giant bear with strong limbs stared fixedly at the girl in the pink dress, saliva pouring uncontrollably from its bloody maw, gazing at Arou with hunger.

Her petite frame trembled slightly, her clear pink eyes fixed on the outside world; relying on the surveillance ability of the Myriad Demon King, a ferocious beast of over five hundred thousand years, she watched the intense and heart-pounding battle between Daming and Erming and the Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Arou's eyes were full of anxiety; her gaze shifted back and forth between the massive yet slightly weary forms of Daming and Erming and the oppressive presence of the Golden Crocodile Douluo; each time she saw them suffer an attack, her heart clenched tightly.

At this moment, Arou desperately longed for the aid of those ferocious beasts.

"Please, great ones, help Daming and Erming; if this continues, they will die at the hands of that human!"

"They have the potential to become ferocious beasts; they could fully join your ranks!"

Daming and Erming's soul beast bloodline is exceptionally strong, unlike her, a Soft-bone Charming Rabbit who broke through by a fortunate chance.

Even though her cultivation has reached 190,000 years, placing her among the ferocious beasts, in their eyes she still holds no status; she is merely a Soft-bone Charming Rabbit.

Yet Daming and Erming each bear a dragon bloodline and are powerful heterogenous species; they are true seed candidates capable of joining the ferocious beasts in the future.

Only by breaking the hundred-thousand-year barrier can one become a ferocious beast, but becoming one does not mean they will accept you.

Bloodline discrimination among soul beasts is even more severe; weak-blooded soul beasts remain their food. If not for the fact that a hundred-thousand-year soul beast lacks qualification to join the ferocious beasts, she would not be here now—it would be Daming and Erming instead.

"Arou, Ditian once gave an order: we must not expose our existence as ferocious beasts. Moreover, before the Sovereign fell asleep, he said your daughter retains the divine power of a God King—have you forgotten? It was that God King who split the Dragon God in two! She is now a pawn of the gods! She is beyond saving!"

"To protect your daughter, Daming and Erming have also been exposed to the gods' gaze; they have no retreat left."

"Don't delude yourself; if you ruin the Sovereign's great work, I cannot help you either." A powerful ferocious beast shrouded in mist, looking down with disdain, spoke; his title among the ferocious beasts is the Myriad Demon King.

The Myriad Demon King is also one of the rulers among these ferocious beasts; he is the strongest plant-type soul beast among them, his true form being the Demon Eye Devil Tree, and he now possesses a cultivation of 440,000 years.

The Myriad Demon King is cautious and inherently ruthless, always an enigmatic powerful presence, but he was once extremely weak—a feeble plant-type soul beast with no bloodline power, and at that time he had not yet evolved into the mighty Demon Eye Devil Tree King.

But he was fortunate; beside where he took root grew an Immortal Herb. He and the herb watched over each other, and gradually the herb came to regard him as its father. After ruthlessly consuming it, his bloodline evolved, and he gradually grew stronger, becoming the strongest plant-type soul beast and the ruler of the plant-type soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest.

Therefore, the Myriad Demon King feels affection for this little rabbit that shares a similar opportunity with him; he seems to see his former self, so he does not mind offering some advice to this foolish little rabbit.

"To him, such a plant is merely a descendant—how could it be so important?" Arou said unwillingly, "Must I just watch my daughter and Daming and Erming die? If the great ones act together, they will soon retreat, and it may not attract the gods' attention."

Ditian's massive, mountain-like body stood there, slowly opening its huge vertical pupil as deep as an abyss; Arou's body was not even as large as his pupil.

Within that pupil flickered a cold, merciless light, like an icy blade shooting straight toward Arou.

Ditian gazed at Arou with that emotionless stare, cold and full of menace, as if looking at an insignificant ant.

"Are we supposed to die for your foolish daughter under the eyelids of a God King?" Ditian's low, solemn voice rumbled like muffled thunder, each word imparting a heavy pressure on Arou.

His words were full of contempt, as if finding Arou's request utterly absurd and laughable.

"You ignorant thing! You have cost us two promising reserves; don't make me want to kill you!"

"Remember your identity! Do not expose yourselves before the gods!" Ditian's final roar exploded like a thunderclap in the air, carrying an indisputable majesty, as if to crush Arou completely beneath his aura.

Arou stood there, slightly lifting her chin, her beautiful face bearing a trace of stubbornness, and she said softly, "I also do not wish to become one of you." Her voice, though not loud, rang clearly in this space, as if carrying an undeniable force.

Her gaze calmly swept over the ferocious beasts before her, and she continued, "I have never hoped to blend in with you; I have my own path to walk, my own pursuits and perseverance." Her words seemed to flow from the deepest part of her heart, sincerely stirring killing intent among the beasts.

Xiongjun could no longer hold back, speaking in a deep, muffled voice, "Let me eat her! She's just a rabbit; what right does she have to join us!" Though Xiongjun is a brute, he would not dare act under the gods' gaze, never expecting this rabbit to be so arrogant.

As Xiongjun would say, simply eating this rabbit would be the easiest—it would fill his belly and boost his cultivation. Ditian really is becoming more regressive with age; actually thinking of letting a rabbit join the ferocious beasts—does she even have that capability?

Ditian gave a cold snort, then closed his wild vertical pupil, thereby acquiescing to Xiongjun's idea; since she does not obey orders, there is no need for her to exist, lest she jeopardize the Sovereign's great undertaking.

He also did not want to kill those few humans outside, but two of the three bear the aura of divine power, and Ditian, though unwilling, could only endure; moreover, Xiao Wu is also stained with divine power—otherwise why would they hide in this dimensional space beneath the Lake of Life? Ditian's heart brims with apprehension; the Sovereign's wounds have not yet healed, and if the gods are drawn down, the soul beast race will truly have no future.

Xiongjun's bear face split into a ruthless grin, saliva dripping; he had not eaten meat in a long time, and he lowered his body slightly.

His thick right arm lashed out, and five streaks of dark-gold light shot forth instantly. The five beams intertwined, forming a terrifying claw shadow. The light, like a sharp blade, flickered with a chilling cold along its edges; each mark of the dark-gold terror claw was as distinct as substance, and as it sliced through the air it produced a series of sharp, tearing sounds.

The dark-gold terror claw's length is astonishing; when extended it can shroud a vast area, and wherever it passes the air is torn asunder, leaving deep, shocking black rifts—these are the spatial fissures ripped open by the dark-gold terror claw! (End of chapter)