Chapter 246: Memory Transplant, Super Beast Armament

Moon Eclipse City.

Through the player’s viewpoint in the live stream, the First Administrator is recording real-time conditions of the Lingxi World.

In initial contact, players have already captured twelve small cities in the Lingxi World.

But they have yet to encounter the true military power of the Lingxi World.

During this time, he gathered much useful intelligence from the live stream footage.

First, every city in the Lingxi World is preparing for war, clearly intending to invade Earth.

The core forces of each city have been dispatched to the Spatial Source Point region, with follow-up forces preparing to advance.

For example, the city directly beneath the players’ landing site.

It is currently mobilizing for war, preparing to send its remaining combat strength to the Spatial Source Point—the so-called Path of Glory mentioned by the Lingxi City Lord.

This clearly refers to the spatial passage.

The invasion war initiated by the players has continued to this point, yet not a single combat unit such as the Floating Colossi has appeared—proof that the core forces have not yet been activated.

Second, the combat power currently displayed by the Lingxi World is far inferior to Earth’s.

A plundering force capable of constructing stable spatial teleportation channels is clearly not matching its technological capabilities with its current combat output.

Or perhaps, the players’ combat power is far stronger than he imagined.

This is a cognitive illusion caused by the gap between worlds.

The various materials in the Monster World have higher density, and powerful factions exist even around the players.

This prevents the players’ terrifying combat power from standing out.

The truth is, the players’ combat power utterly crushes everything in minor worlds—so far, they have encountered no opponent capable of resisting them.

Upon closer thought, this makes sense.

The Heavenly Fire Law King, who became a god of the minor world, has only a Hunting Rank of 70+.

Meanwhile, the top-tier players in the players’ camp already have Soul Soul Ranks of 60+, with a few even possessing combat power capable of challenging 70+.

Such strength is a dimensional assault upon entering a minor world.

Perhaps only the cultivation worlds bred by the Ascension Clan possess the strength to rival the players.

But the growth of these cultivation worlds depends on the Ascension Clan’s continuous resource infusion—they can no longer be considered ordinary minor worlds.

If a real war breaks out, the players have full capability to overwhelm any cultivation minor world under the Ascension Clan’s control through their resurrection mechanic.

The players’ overwhelming performance should be a cause for celebration.

Yet the First Administrator is deeply troubled.

Although he has not yet qualified, he is still a member of the players’ camp, and thus analyzes problems from the players’ perspective.

But the problem is, the players’ excessive strength may carry hidden risks.

For instance, the issue of the spatial passage.

The sealing system above the Atlantic Ocean was deployed against the Lingxi Clan.

But if the players discover they can teleport via the Origin Point into the tunnel leading to Earth, this seal may not hold.

Beyond brute force, the players’ army possesses a divine technique capable of breaking seals.

Lingmou Soul Soul.

It is a relatively obscure fourth-generation Soul Soul within the players’ camp.

It possesses both passive and active traits.

The passive trait greatly enhances the player’s vision, allowing them to see distant objects clearly.

When actively activated, it grants the player extraordinary insight, enabling them to effortlessly perceive the essence of things and possess x-ray vision.

For example, when facing a complex array, the Lingmou trait can instantly analyze the node distribution and energy flow paths of the array, locating its weaknesses to break the seal.

If the players truly enter the spatial tunnel, the risk of the seal being shattered will increase dramatically.

At that point, the truth of the Monster World would be exposed.

He does not care whether the players discover the truth, but he cares deeply whether the Gao Wei Deities will be enraged by it.

To resolve this issue, there are three avenues.

First, hope that the Gao Wei Deities intervene proactively, preventing the players from breaking through the seal or providing an explanation during their analysis.

For instance, when the players analyze the seal, display a message: “This is a dungeon under development, not yet open.”

Or any other explanation—as long as the analysis includes an explanation, the players will have no suspicion.

The Gao Wei Deities could resolve this potential issue with a single gesture.

The second method is to deploy destructive weapons on Earth’s level to crush the spatial passage—but this only offers temporary defense and requires enormous energy expenditure.

Once the reserve energy is depleted, the spatial passage will eventually extend from the Lingxi World into the real world.

The third solution is to destroy the Spatial Source Points connecting the two worlds, causing the spatial passage to dissipate naturally.

Compared to the uncertainties inherent in the first and second solutions,

the third solution, though arduous—since the Source Points are surely guarded by the Lingxi World’s strongest forces—still offers tangible room for effort.

In contemplation, the First Administrator made his decision.

He contacted No. 16, who is currently in the game, ordering him to lead his guild members to locate the Spatial Source Point connecting the Lingxi World to Earth and attempt to destroy it.

…

Lingxi World, Blood Slave Dungeon.

This is an underground space ten times larger than a soccer field.

Dark red mist churns in the damp air, like the moist breath of some living creature.

The dungeon walls are built from flesh and blood, covered in dark purple, vein-like patterns that slowly writhe rhythmically.

At the dungeon’s center lies a pool of churning thick crimson liquid, bubbling incessantly, occasionally surfacing fragments of partially dissolved biological bones.

Countless thin iron chains extend from the pool’s edge, each piercing the bodies of captured beings from various races, pinning them to the poolside, unable to escape.

Those imprisoned here are all living beings captured during the Lingxi World’s cross-dimensional war.

Their long ears are torn by iron hooks, their sharp fangs forcibly ripped out, their thick arms reduced to bare bone… the prisoners’ appearances are horrific.

All prisoners have long since lost the will to resist, their eyes vacant.

At one corner of the blood pool now,

a figure stares blankly at his reflection in the blood.

The blood reflects a young, pale Iron Face, roughly seventeen or eighteen years old, still bearing traces of youthful innocence.

A fresh abrasion marks his high, straight nose; dried blood lingers at his lips; his messy black hair hangs over his forehead, dripping dark red droplets that ripple the pool’s surface.

He stares fixedly at the swaying reflection, yet his memories are like a thick sludge.

He struggles to recall his identity, but nothing comes to mind.

He only remembers waking up in a large pit, rising to sit silently at its bottom, then being taken by a group of burly figures to a new place and bound to a stone platform.

There, he underwent a prolonged series of full-body examinations while restrained.

Eventually, he was brought here and imprisoned.

Yet he still cannot understand who he is, where he is, or why he lost his memory.

The only memories retained are procedural ones: running, walking, basic life knowledge.

All other content has been forgotten.

The more he thinks, the more lost he feels.

…

Bloodbreath City.

Super Beast Army Garrison.

Countless massive war beasts float in the sky, their bodies covered in thick black scales, each scale five meters in diameter, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Near the war beasts are a group of agile, winged monsters.

Below, super beasts of varied forms are scattered throughout the entire garrison.

At this moment, in the dim environment atop the Gao Ta, one of the Lingxi Clan’s Eight Kings—the Blood King—lies motionless upon a stone bed carved from blood crystal.

The entire body of dark red crystal pulses faintly with the Blood King’s weak breath.

The aged monarch wears only a thin, gossamer blood-red veil; his exposed skin is a sickly gray-white, crisscrossed with spiderweb-like black cracks.

Once-flowing blood like lava now retains only a faint glow at his heart.

His withered fingers unconsciously tap the edge of the stone bed, producing hollow “tak-tak” sounds.

Around the stone bed stand twelve blood-meat lamp columns, their flickering dark red flames casting the Blood King’s sunken Iron Face in an even more sinister light.

Beneath the stone bed, a small pool of dark red liquid slowly seeps into the Blood King’s body, barely prolonging the life of this dying monarch.

At this moment, several figures stand surrounding the blood-crystal bed.

They gaze down at the Blood King, whose eyes are half-closed and expression bewildered, their faces heavy with worry.

The lead figure, after carefully examining the Blood King’s condition, spoke gravely:

“The Blood King’s time is nearly over. Our world is currently under invasion. The cross-dimensional war is temporarily suspended. We will now remove the Blood King’s memory sac in preparation for a new body.”

Upon finishing, the lead figure looked toward a figure to his left:

“Blood Worm, go to the Blood Slave Dungeon and select the purest body available. Only when the Blood King returns can we rapidly organize resistance against the invaders.”

The figure known as Blood Worm nodded solemnly, then turned and departed.

The camera follows Blood Worm as he leaves the Gao Ta, soon arriving at the Blood Slave Dungeon.

He pushes open the door; the stench of blood hits him.

But Blood Worm is unaffected, his expression unchanged as he walks straight toward the blood pool.

This place is called the Blood Slave Blood Pool.

It is the site where their Blood Pool—Supreme Beast Legion—selects new bodies.

Those imprisoned here are all alien warriors meticulously chosen from wars of invasion across other worlds.

They all share one common trait: their bodies are relatively pure, suitable for use as replacement vessels for the clan’s high-ranking officials.

Suoweishentitihuan ， Shilingxizudeyixiangdianfengjishu 。

It refers to the removal of the memory sac from the original body and its transplantation into a new vessel, completing an alternative form of soul usurpation after memory overwrite.

Before this technology emerged, the Lingxi Clan had taken many wrong turns.

In its early days, the Lingxi Clan pursued gene-editing technology.

At the time, the Lingxi Clan hoped gene-editing could eliminate disease, enhance physical strength, and grant their warriors formidable adaptability to fight in diverse environments.

But as the technology advanced, it gradually edged toward the brink of loss of control.

With rapid technological progress, the potential of gene-editing far exceeded expectations.

Different laboratories, families, and even individuals within the Lingxi Clan began autonomous modifications.

This led to severe morphological divergence within the clan.

Some clan members grew gills or wings; others developed tentacles; some even fused plant and animal genes.

Beneath the flourishing gene technology, latent crises had already been planted.

Within the same generation, differences were tolerable; but among the next generation, stark morphological disparities exposed deep conflicts.

Coupled with the fact that some extreme modified individuals could no longer reproduce, reproductive isolation emerged, and the gene pool showed a trend toward complete fragmentation.

During this period, multiple subspecies evolved within the Lingxi Clan, their physiological differences too great to coexist.

On the societal level, identity crises and war threats had already surfaced.

Ideological opposition arose between the Pure Blood Faction and the Evolution Faction.

The Pure Blood Faction believed gene-editing technology had sown the seeds of internal chaos within the Lingxi Clan and advocated preserving racial purity.

The Evolution Faction, however, were radical gene-modifiers who believed old forms must be discarded, that gene-editing was the foundation of the Lingxi Clan’s strength, and must not be abandoned.

At the time, the Pure Blood Faction still dominated mainstream opinion, enforcing restrictions through legislation and military suppression—but it ultimately escalated into a gene war.

This era became known as the Dark Turbulent Age, bringing the Lingxi Clan to the brink of annihilation.

After a long war, the more powerful Evolution Faction emerged victorious.

But the problems remained.

Gene-modification technology continued to advance, splitting the Evolution Faction itself into multiple subspecies factions.

The foreseeable future promised another catastrophic war caused by the same issues.

Thus, scholars of the Evolution Faction began pondering a question: how could they retain the immense power granted by gene evolution without driving the Lingxi Clan to destruction?

The Moon Eclipse Clan had once faced a similar dilemma.

To solve it, the Moon Eclipse Clan chose to abandon and seal the technology, continuing to center their development around the Star Net.

But the Lingxi Clan took an entirely different path.

The Lingxi Clan’s high command believed the core issue was not morphological difference, but cognitive divergence among the next generation.

This was the ultimate question of racial survival.

When the Lingxi Clan’s physical forms could no longer be unified, what defined a Lingxi?

If appearance, abilities, and even reproductive methods differed, what was the foundation of ethnic identity?

The answer ultimately turned to ideology: Lingxi scholars believed only memory and thought were the roots of civilization’s continuity.

The next problem became: how could the new generation be made to Rentong this shared memory?

Following this question, Lingxi scholars arrived at a problem nearly every race had considered.

That was immortality.

If the older generation remained ever-present, then no matter how the new generation’s ideologies changed, they would remain united under the guidance of their elders.

After repeated experimentation, the Memory Sac technology was born.

The so-called Memory Sac does not merely store memories—it also preserves a neural interface system and reproductive organs.

This was the only core component immune to destruction during gene modification.

With the Memory Sac, the Lingxi Clan could strip away morphological differences, using mass-produced biomimetic bodies to eliminate genetic divergence.

After this technology’s introduction, the standard for identifying clan members became the Memory Sac.

Everything else was merely a tool, including the body itself.

This technology also granted the Lingxi Clan near-immortality.

Cell apoptosis and bodily decay were no longer problems—life could be extended simply by replacing the body.

Today, with this technology advanced, body selection is no longer limited to biomimetic vessels; pure-bodied aliens have become targets for Lingxi body replacement.

After replacement, Lingxi warriors can acquire partial abilities of the alien host.

This arrival of the Blood Worm was precisely to select a new body for the Blood King, ensuring his life continued.

When it arrived near the Blood Pool, a guard immediately rose and rushed over.

After connecting its hair-like tentacles to the guard’s, the Blood Worm learned which body in the Blood Pool was the most superior.

Soon, it stopped before a boy with a vacant expression.

It reached out, seized the boy’s black hair, lifted him close, and the hair-like tentacles elongated, wrapping around the boy’s limbs.

“Such a pure body!”

After only a brief scan, the Blood Worm’s Iron Face lit up with delight.

Though unable to analyze the boy’s exact physiological condition, the purity of his blood surpassed any Zuqun he had ever known.

He immediately yanked the boy’s hair and turned back.

Throughout, the boy remained expressionless, as if his soul had been stolen, showing no reaction.

Upon returning to the Gao Ta, the Memory Sac transplant procedure began.

After handing the boy over to the War Priest Xue Tu, Xue Tu dragged him through a dim corridor, finally stopping before a chamber woven from flesh and blood.

The walls were formed by pulsating networks of blood vessels, glowing red light flickering rhythmically like heartbeats.

The operating table was not metal, but living tissue—a pale, fleshy platform extending neural bundles like tentacles, waiting to connect.

The air reeked of sweet rot, like spoiled honey.

Xue Tu placed the boy on the table; the fleshy platform writhed, neural bundles coiling around his limbs, securing him in a “ Da ” shape.

To the boy’s right, the Blood King lay supine, his Iron Face aged and withered.

Under Xue Tu’s control, three spiral bone drills descended from the ceiling, their tips glowing with high-frequency bloodlight.

The first drill pierced the boy’s nape; his skin split open, revealing white cervical vertebrae.

The second drill precisely spiraled into the third vertebra, cutting open a micro-cabin—the storage zone for the Memory Sac.

The third drill released tentacles, piercing the Blood King and enveloping his Memory Sac in a spiderweb-like embrace, gently peeling it away.

The procedure was extremely complex, lasting five hours.

When it ended, the Blood King’s body had collapsed, his vitality utterly depleted.

The bloodlight from the ceiling faded; Xue Tu looked at the Blood King and spoke gravely:

“Wang Zuo, awaken.”

At this moment, the Blood King’s Memory Sac had already been inserted into the boy’s open spinal cabin.

At Xue Tu’s call, the neural tendrils extending from the Memory Sac surged like ravenous roots, spreading and rooting throughout the boy’s body.

The boy’s body convulsed violently, then his eyes snapped open.

His pupils dilated to their limit; his irises surfaced with dark red fissures identical to those of the Blood Worm.

Blood vessels beneath his skin bulged—not blue or green, but gradually stained with the crimson patterns of the Memory Sac.

Suddenly, dozens of umbilical-like tubes extended from beneath the operating table, piercing the boy’s abdomen, beginning to synchronize fluid replacement.

Dark red old blood was drained, replaced with sealed Lingxi blood.

This fluid resembled the nutrient solution used by players.

At this moment, the modified boy was like a game pod or a mech.

The Memory Sac was the core; Lingxi blood was its nourishment.

When the last trace of native blood was replaced, the boy’s fingers suddenly curled.

He slowly sat up, his neck arching backward at an unnatural angle, emitting a series of cracking sounds as vertebrae realigned.

When he opened his eyes, the vacancy was gone; a flicker of confusion appeared on his Iron Face.

Countless memory fragments surged like a Black Tide; he sank into recollection.

“I am… the Blood King.”

As if lost memories had returned, the boy recognized himself.

He was the Blood King, one of the Eight Kings of the Lingxi Clan’s Supreme Beast Legion, the pinnacle of this world’s Lingxi Wang Zuo.

“I… have returned.”

As his words faded, Xue Tu and the other War Priests kneeling beside him bowed low:

“We humbly welcome the Wang Zuo. War is imminent—lead us to reclaim our ancestral homeland.”

“War?”

“War has already begun. Powerful evil invaders are ravaging our territory; multiple cities have fallen. Ordinary warriors cannot stand against them—only the strength of our Supreme Beast Legion can confront them.”

“Supreme Beast Legion?”

As he murmured, the Blood King’s Memory Sac automatically activated, flooding his mind with corresponding memories.

The Super Beast Legion was a product of the end of the Dark Turbulence Era, one of the supreme technologies alongside the Memory Sac technology.

After the Memory Sac technology became widespread, the Lingxi Clan gained near-immortal continuity of consciousness, but their combat capabilities drastically regressed.

Each time they switched to a new body, their original enhanced genes and mutated organs were lost.

The Lingxi Clan’s original combat power enhancement relied on layer upon layer of genetic modifications.

The process was like forging a divine sword—each genetic edit was a quenching tailored to one’s own combat style.

This combat power was forged through countless battles and technological upgrades.

The final combat body formed was the result of countless hammerings and temperings.

The Memory Sac solved the philosophical essence of collective identity, making the clan more united.

But it could not solve the problem of “how to increase combat power.”

At the time, scholars proposed a developmental concept based on these issues: since the physical body cannot achieve immortality, let combat form exist independently of the flesh.

Building on this concept, Lingxi Clan scientists drew inspiration from the neural interface system of the Memory Sac and developed the Super Beast Armaments—the symbiotic combat system.

It was a weapon system conceptually similar to mecha.

Mechanized technology had created various types of mecha armaments that could grant warriors immense strength, speed, defense, and equip them with diverse firepower systems.

But the Super Beasts developed by the Lingxi Clan were bio-mechanical constructs created through biotechnology.

They existed independently of the Memory Sac, serving as specialized weapons for war.

Super Beasts remained dormant in special containers during peacetime and were controlled during battle via neural connections from the Memory Sac.

As long as the Super Beast lived, the Lingxi warrior inside remained safe.

There were no restrictions on modifying the Super Beast’s life form, nor any concerns about racial identity—all modifications aimed solely for greater power.

Every top-tier Super Beast had undergone countless modifications, shaped by accumulated war experience into a supreme weapon.

They had truly realized the early scholars’ concept: making combat independent of the flesh.

From near-total civilizational destruction to rebirth.

The Lingxi Clan had finally forged a path they viewed as nearly perfect for their growth.

And plundering wars were the source of nourishment for Lingxi civilization.

The Lingxi Clan were not born plunderers; historical records show gene technology originated in medical services.

Yet the development of gene technology pushed Lingxi civilization toward brutal plundering wars.

The Ling Memory Sac technology granted near-immortality but also brought two fatal problems.

First, population only increased, with no natural death, and new generations continued to be born, causing the clan’s size to expand exponentially.

Early on, there had been family planning policies attempting to curb population growth and prevent the world from collapsing into resource depletion.

But population growth could not be avoided unless reproduction was abandoned entirely.

This idea was popular at the time.

Many Lingxi Clan members believed only surgical intervention could solve population growth—only then could resource depletion be slowed.

But this idea faced strong opposition from many Lingxi scholars.

They argued that abandoning reproduction meant Eshaweilai .

Suppose one day an invasion war came, and population plummeted—without reproduction, warriors would die and never be replaced, losing the ability to replenish combat strength.

A fixed population would suffer irreversible decline in the Iron Face of disaster.

To solve this problem, scholars within the clan proposed three solutions.

The first solution was to retain a portion of the population capable of reproduction.

But this solution could not be practically applied at the societal level.

After its proposal, it faced fierce public opposition, deemed profoundly unfair.

Why should others be allowed to reproduce while I cannot?

Differential treatment meant societal fracture—the memory of the Dark Turbulence Era was still vivid—and the plan was ultimately abandoned.

The second solution was controlled reproductive surgery.

Reproduction could be unsealed when needed and restricted when not.

But this solution remained theoretically feasible, yet faced immense practical difficulties.

The first problem was the emergence of underground black markets that helped citizens illegally unseal reproductive ability—high-pressure control only fueled social unrest.

During this phase, resource demand continued to surge; every individual Lingxi required resource supplementation.

Thus, the final solution emerged: plundering wars.

Plundering wars meant inexhaustible resources and wealth, capable of sustaining countless clan members.

Population growth would continue to be converted into combat power, used to plunder even more resources and wealth.

Furthermore, exponential population growth could be consumed through war.

This path was inevitably filled with slaughter and destruction, yet it fundamentally resolved the Lingxi Clan’s dilemma.

To rationalize war, the Lingxi Clan’s high command constructed a dark philosophy.

The strong devour the weak is the most fundamental law of survival.

We are plunderers; all alien factions are cattle and sheep on the land, waiting to be slaughtered—our nourishment.

Only the Lingxi Clan deserve eternity; all other races, no matter how superior, are merely temporary vessels.

Thus, the Lingxi Clan embarked on a path of civilizational survival dependent on war.

This was undoubtedly a path of drinking poison to quench thirst, a seemingly endless cycle.

Resources gained from plunder stimulated faster population growth, and more population required even greater resources to feed.

Every victory accelerated the arrival of the next war.

For the future of the Lingxi Clan, they chose to become cross-world plundering forces, igniting war across other realms.

Population growth, technological growth, resource growth—the Lingxi Clan had fully escaped their dilemma and entered a positive growth cycle.

The glorious age of the Lingxi Clan had thus arrived.

Through plundering wars, Lingxi civilization surpassed all ancestral generations, forging today’s glory.

Memories were like silt sunk at the bottom of a Firefly Lake, churning upward with every new thought.

The Blood King, his expression bewildered, gradually understood everything.

Regaining his composure, he looked at the War Priest beside him and nodded gravely:

“Summon the Super Beast warriors. I will lead you to exterminate the source of this calamity.”

…

One hour later, the Blood King stood atop the Gao Ta, gazing down.

A million crimson compound eyes of the Super Beasts ignited in the darkness, like stars of hell.

The Blood King suddenly clenched his fist—and instantly, the biological armors of the million Super Beasts below unfurled, bone spines erupted, and bio-cannons charged.

“This is an unprecedented disgrace. Our world has been invaded by foreign forces. As members of the Super Beast Legion, it is time to fulfill your duty and cleanse this stain upon your honor.”

As he spoke, the Blood King’s dark red eyes split open, bloodlight seeping from the cracks.

“Use your strength to tear through their defenses.”

Instantly, the million Super Beasts below scraped their claws.

“Use your teeth to devour their flesh.”

A dense chorus of gnashing teeth echoed from below.

“Nail their leaders to the bottom of the blood pool—let them become our nourishment.”

The million Super Beasts roared in unison, their bloodlust thundering, the sonic wave shattering the cloud layer.

“Remember—you are not soldiers, not an army… you are the calamity bearing glory, the plague, the unstoppable Black Tide of destruction!”

“You were born to trample alien lives; your footsteps are the direction of the apocalypse.”

“Now.”

The Blood King spread his arms—and the Gao Ta beneath him shattered.

The colossal form lurking within the Gao Ta revealed its monstrous visage.

It was a humanoid entity, vast as a mountain, every inch of its skin covered in living biological armor, seams flowing with molten golden bloodlight, its body studded with earth-yellow bone spines.

He was the Super Beast ridden by the Blood King: the Endless Colossus.

At this moment, the Endless Colossus’s skull split open, revealing countless writhing crimson neural tendrils, like blooming crimson flowers.

At the end of each neural tendril was embedded a compound eye, observing the entire world in 360 degrees without blind spots.

The Blood King’s body floated upward, his dark red robe shredding in the wind.

The colossal skull surged forward, the neural tendrils like ravenous serpents, instantly wrapping around the Blood King and dragging him into its cranium.

The skull closed. The Blood King’s Memory Sac activated, neural filaments extruding through his pores, connecting with the Endless Colossus’s tendrils.

The Wuzhuang Cultivation Mode completed within seconds.

Under the Blood King’s control, the Endless Colossus raised its massive bone blade, pointing toward the direction of the invading force’s rampage.

“Follow my footsteps. Crush all enemies.”

ROAR!

Below, countless Super Beasts roared—the Super Beast Legion surged from their encampment, sweeping toward the direction the Blood King indicated.

Outside the encampment.

Dozens of Lingxi Clan warriors were bound by chains, kneeling on the ground.

Their silver-white biological battle armor had long been shattered; their exposed skin was covered in bloodied scars—the punishment for traitors to the city.

Before the war began, their blood would be spilled to consecrate the banners.

At that moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

The imprisoned Lingxi warriors all looked up, their expressions filled with terror.

In their pupils reflected the vast shadow that blotted out the sun and sky.

The End Beast descended from the heavens like a falling mountain, its claws tearing through the air as it stomped down with a thunderous roar of blood and qi.

“You deserve to die!”

BOOM!!!

The shockwave from the giant claw’s impact turned the rocks within hundreds of meters into dust.

When the End Beast slowly lifted its foot, the ground was left only a crimson red.

The Blood King’s cold voice echoed across the land through the End Beast’s resonance chamber:

“This is the fate of the cowardly.”

At that moment, multiple voices sounded in his mind:

【Challenger Prompt: Kill Lingxi warriors, obtain...】

(End of Chapter)