Chapter 210: Power Surge

A warm current, a nearly luxurious stream of pure life energy, continuously poured into Wang Shan's body through the bloodline connection from Wang Zhitao's interior.

Wang Shan closed his eyes, feeling so comfortable he almost moaned.

That feeling……was too wonderful.

It was like a porcelain vessel covered in countless tiny cracks, being meticulously refilled, fired, and reinforced by an invisible master craftsman's hand using the finest glaze. The alien devouring force that constantly lurked within him, ready to tear him apart, was not suppressed by this warm current—instead, it seemed to have found a long‑lost relative and let out a joyful hum.

The violence and pain vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sense of balance.

It was as if a rebellious ferocious beast had finally been fitted with the perfect saddle and bridle; its wildness was not dulled, but each stride and exertion became more precise and more deadly.

"Crack… crack crack…"

A series of fine bone‑cracking sounds echoed within Wang Shan's body; his half‑human, half‑beast form was undergoing a deeper transformation. He could feel that every muscle, every fascia, every drop of blood brimmed with explosive power about to erupt.

"Grandfather?"

Wang Zhitao's voice carried a hint of worry. He had stopped devouring; the flush on his small face had not yet faded as he looked up at his grandfather's increasingly ferocious scales and bone spurs.

Wang Shan opened his eyes.

In those eyes, a flash of dark, profound light flickered, but deep in the pupils lay a calm as still as an icy lake.

"I'm fine." He spoke, his voice lower and hoarser than before, with a metallic‑friction texture, "Very well."

He indeed felt very well.

Better than ever before.

Reason and beastly nature had never coexisted so clearly. He could sense the primordial urge to destroy everything in his mind, but that urge was like a tamed hunting dog, crouched silently, awaiting his command.

He clearly knew what the price of this power was.

He was drifting further from the form of "human"; his body's structure, even the essence of his soul, were sliding toward an older, more powerful life form.

So what?

Human? A dead person still talking about being human?

As long as I can slay Wan Tiande and let the Wang family survive, even if I become half‑human, half‑beast, or even a complete beast, I am willing!

"Zheze," Wang Shan turned his gaze to his grandson, "continue using the Source Pearl to stabilize the array; don't let energy fluctuations grow too large and disturb the honored guests outside."

"Yes, Grandfather!" Wang Zhèze nodded firmly, clutching the Beast‑Suppressing Source Pearl tightly, executing the order meticulously.

Wang Shan nodded in satisfaction, then sank his consciousness back into the entire cave array.

This time, he made a bold attempt.

He no longer merely moved the array with will; he took the newly "tamed," surging alien force within his body as fuel and ruthlessly poured it in!

Hum—

The entire cave seemed like a slumbering giant beast awakened, emitting a low, rumbling roar!

The rune network etched into the cave walls by Wang Shan's alien blood instantly blazed with an eerie red light. The oppressive pressure in the air suddenly intensified; the wildly growing mutant plants lashed their vines more fiercely, and their buds spewed denser toxic mist.

"What's happening?!"

At the cave entrance, the overwhelmed Wan Tiande turned pale with shock.

He felt as if he had suddenly fallen from a mire into cement; the pressure from all sides surged, increasing his force by over thirty percent instantly! His spiritual power consumption rate also spiked sharply.

"Damn it! How can this damned place's array… keep getting stronger?!" Wan Tiande puzzled over it endlessly.

Deep in the cave, Wang Shan sensed all this, the corners of his mouth curling into a silent smile.

Growing stronger?

No, this isn't the array growing stronger—it's me.

He had discovered a more interesting way to play.

As the alien force merged with the array, he no longer needed Wang Zhitao as a "transfer station." He could directly draw the mixed spiritual power leaking from Wan Tiande through the great array, forcibly "capture" it, and then directly "consume" it!

Although this direct devouring energy was not as pure as the refined energy his grandson provided, carrying Wan Tiande's spiritual imprint and remnants of his techniques, to Wang Shan at this moment these "impurities" were actually the best nourishment!

His "Ten Thousand Beasts Reversal," his alienated body, loved precisely this kind of chaotic, primitive, wild stuff!

【Ding! Warning! Host alienation level reached 78%……83%……89%!】

【Warning! Host's current state has reached the 'Beastification' critical point! Only a hair's breadth away from irreversible full beastification!】

【Detected host affinity for 'Distorted Law Energy' has reached an unprecedented peak state!】

The system's alarm flashes frenziedly in his mind, but Wang Shan turns a deaf ear.

Beastification?

He now feels himself the embodiment of this cave, the sole master of this "Ten Thousand Beasts Garden." He can clearly "hear" each plant's breath, "see" each rock's veins, and even feels that with a single thought he could make the lake beneath his feet surge upward!

His connection with the "Ten Thousand Beasts Origin" has never been tighter.

He feels he is no longer borrowing power, but exercising the authority that rightfully belongs to him.

Should we keep waiting?

Let Wan Tiande that old thing slowly exhaust himself to death?

No.

Wang Shan suddenly felt that approach too dull.

It's like a hunter who has already tormented a wild boar in a trap to the brink of death, then keeps pelting it with tiny stones—too petty.

A true hunter chooses to step in personally when the prey is most desperate, using the most violent, direct means to give it its final "respect."

He wants Wan Tiande to see clearly, before death, exactly what is crushing him!

"Grandfather is going out for a bit."

Wang Shan's voice was terrifyingly calm.

"You two, stay here, protect yourselves, don't go anywhere. Remember, no matter what happens outside, do not come out."

Wang Zhitao and Wang Zhèze both stared, then nodded heavily.

Wang Shan slowly rose to his feet.

As he moved, his bones again crackled like popping beans. The dark scales covering his skin reflected a cold, metallic sheen in the dim light. His stature seemed to have grown a bit, exuding a primal, wild pressure.

He twisted his neck, and a ferocious yet delighted smile appeared on his face.

Time's up.

The hunting game he directed was about to enter its climax.