Chapter 160: End

Without waiting for the guard's reply, Tuo Zong immediately heard the sound of snarling battle nearby, and his combat instinct caused his complexion to change dramatically.

The sound of collapsing houses hitting the ground, the fearful, terrifying screams—hearing these chilling noises, Tuo Zong ran forward all the way.

Before he could get close, he cleared his view; layers upon layers of Beastfolk shadows, like storm clouds before a tempest, covered most of the sky.

The air was thick with the smell of blood; the incoming Beastfolk moved in perfect sync, coordinating their attack, and in an instant a three‑meter‑tall speckled cat bit off the ostrich he commanded.

Tuo Zong's eyes widened, a frenzied murderous intent immediately overwhelmed all his reason, and he surged forward into the fight.

Midway, Tuo Zong's form swelled with a whoosh, the massive ostrich like a tank barreling into the Beastfolk, and he snarled viciously: "Leader of Xicheng Qu, you dare bring people to challenge me; I'll peck your eyes out!"

The gray giant ostrich moved so fast it was impossible to track; the hostile beasts on the road couldn't block it, and were repeatedly flipped onto the ground by the ostrich's overwhelming force.

Tuo Zong wasn't keen on a prolonged fight; he dismissed the Beastfolk on the ground and precisely fixed his gaze on the Flower Leopard standing at the hall's entrance, "You're the leader of Xicheng Qu?"

Mo Lie stood atop the head of the leading first legion commander Hua Zheng; the Flower Leopard lunged forward excitedly, but Mo Lie lightly tapped its ear, and it froze in place.

The surrounding melee continued, and he lowered his eyes to watch the battlefield.

The warrior Beastfolk, trained and cultivated, with systematic lethal technique training and abundant food, the Beastfolk under his command in the four legions now looked completely different from the thuggish ones that once roamed Xicheng's streets.

Against the thousands of Beastfolk from North City who relied on instinct to fight solo, they completely held the advantage.

"Shh, wait a moment." Mo Lie's expression was blank; his cold voice was low in the night but enough for Tuo Zong across to hear.

Standing in the pool of blood, Tuo Zong straightened his neck, finally seeing the human silhouette atop the Flower Leopard's head, and blurted out, "What are you waiting for? You don't dare duel me?"

After saying that, a sliver of his reason returned.

Wait, there was a person standing on the Flower Leopard's head that I didn't notice.

And seeing how obedient the Flower Leopard was… could it be that the other side is the legendary leader of Xicheng?

Mo Lie removed his Headscarf, letting his black robe billow in the wind; the blood scent in the air was strong, and a smile curled his lips: "No, I was thinking… wait for your other two companions to arrive quickly, and you'll all attack together."

The Flower Leopard's gaze lingered on the long neck of the ostrich before him, scanning with silent threat, as if choosing where to bite for a fatal wound.

A flash of anger rose on Tuo Zong's face, but during his speech he noticed the roars behind him growing weaker.

He turned back in shock, seeing his subordinates behind him dwindling, his North City forces collapsing like a building about to crumble.

Is there any way to resist?

That unknown Beastfolk still hasn't made a move.

Just as a hint of fear rose in Tuo Zong's heart, a deep, earth‑shaking roar echoed from both front and rear, making his eyes light up.

It's the people from South City District and East City District! They've arrived!

The other two districts, hearing the commotion, sent their leaders with already‑gathered troops, who rushed over in the shortest time and instantly joined the battle.

The legion, entangled by the sheer number of enemies, launched a new round of combat.

The forces on all sides fought wildly, but this wasn't the decisive factor for victory.

At Tuo Zong's eager anticipation, a fierce tiger and a massive snake entered from left and right, treading on blood and flesh, encircling the Flower Leopard in a triangular formation.

"Kill him, and his legion will be ours!" Fu Lin spat a crimson snake fang, greedily eyeing the powerful troops behind him.

Hu Biao let out a thunderous tiger roar, his murderous intent directed at the Flower Leopard before him, which was about his height but slimmer.

Standing over five meters tall like the Flower Leopard, Tuo Zong's strength matched the other's, and suddenly he felt confident: "No matter what Beast Form you take, your life will end here, buried with my fallen subordinates."

Mo Lie stood calmly atop the Flower Leopard's head, his slender figure standing tall and conspicuous among the mass of giant beasts, the battlefield dense with them.

His face was somewhat pallid, ice‑blue eyes gazing into the abyss as they stared at the three giant beasts opposite, and a casual tone drifted from his mouth:

"One…"

"Two…"

"Three."

"Everyone's here."

Hu Biao felt humiliated, let out a roar, bared fangs longer than swords, and lunged ferociously at the Flower Leopard.

The ostrich beside them and the giant snake, seeing this, fixed their blood‑thirsty eyes on Mo Lie and charged together.

The beasts on the battlefield instinctively turned to watch the scene, for whichever leader won would end the fight.

Even if the Flower Leopard fought harder, it couldn't simultaneously face three equally strong opponents; compared to the three giant beasts, a tiny human would seem instantly killable.

Unexpectedly, as the three beasts lunged at Mo Lie, in mid‑air they were suddenly whoosh‑whoosh, as if something had ripped them from the sky, slamming them to the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of three heavy objects hitting the ground rang out, and a bizarre, terrifying silence filled the air.

Fu Lin crashed to the ground, his eyes flashing like stars; a second later, he abruptly straightened, incredulously staring at his own snake tail.

A torrent of swirling yellow sand coiled around his thick snake tail, winding upward, thrusting straight toward his truck‑like snake body.

What… is this?!!

Fu Lin, terrified, flicked his tail; as he struggled, the tail seemed swallowed by the sand, remaining completely still.

"Ahhh… Supernatural Male Beast!" Tuo Zong shouted, "He can control earth! He's a Supernatural Male Beast!"

Those words struck like a bolt from the blue, spawning boundless fear; Hu Biao's fiery rebellious spirit evaporated faster than water after rain in a desert.

The legion soldiers from Xicheng and the forces of the other three cities all whooshed to a halt, the legionnaires' expressions a mix of shock and pride, while the others wore faces terrified as if the world's end had arrived.

The battle ended at that moment.

The fight between Xicheng Qu and the three districts of North, South, and East lasted only an hour, and Kuangsha City ushered in an unprecedented grand unification.

The blood‑stained streets and the North City leader's residence were quickly swept away with sand by the soldiers, and by the next day everything was clean again.

This leader‑clash war didn't affect ordinary Beastfolk; they shut doors and windows, staying inside their homes, with no threat to their lives.

As for the Beastfolk who dared resist, they were all slain, but those who surrendered would be herded together and become members of Kuangsha City's leader legion soldiers.