Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf

Could a newly established faction, with a Clan Destiny Stone barely spanning 30,000 meters, possibly sway a climactic battle fought between the hegemon of the Northern Cold Region and the hegemon of the Central Region?

The Northern Desert Sandworm King understood it couldn’t!

Absolutely couldn’t!

Even if it pledged loyalty to one side, it would at best merely inconvenience the other!

Frankly, it secretly desired allegiance to the Theological Alliance, because without hesitation, the Northern Desert Sandworm King knew the moment it rebelled, the Heavenly Fox King, Maimed Ear, Rock Thunderbird, Black-striped Wolf, and other Commanders of the Wolf Pack Blessed Land would wish to see it slain instantly!

Perhaps if captured by them, even death would become a luxury.

Having spent so much time within the Wolf Pack, the Northern Desert Sandworm King naturally understood the ruthless measures wolves would employ against traitors!

As these thoughts consumed it, a powerful Exotic Beast suddenly appeared beside the Northern Desert Sandworm King, emanating an equally ferocious aura.

This Exotic Beast was gargantuan, with a body spanning some 1,600 to 1,700 meters. Its wings stirred fierce gales with every movement.

It was none other than the Cold Cicada King, Commander of the Cold Cicada Clan.

The Cold Cicada King, long ascended to the Strongest World-Ending Level Combat Power, had achieved this rank purely through its own immense effort.

So surprising every faction, even unbeknownst to the Heavenly Fox King, was the fact that during the last bloody confrontation between the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan and the Cold Cicada Clan, the Cold Cicada King had feigned defeat against the Northern Desert Sandworm King.

For that conflict had been orchestrated by the Wolf Lord.

This drama was staged as a catalyst to enclose the Wolf Pack Headquarters in secrecy and ignite chaos across the world!

With the arrival of the Cold Cicada King, it unleashed an incisive wave of spiritual will, mirroring the sharpness of the Rule of Wind it governed, penetrating through all defenses and capable of annihilating everything.

The Cold Cicada King demanded the Northern Desert Sandworm King declare its true choice—whether it planned to turn the staged play into reality.

Should that be the case, the Cold Cicada King and its Cold Cicada Clan would no longer follow.

For betrayal meant facing their future enemy:

The Wolf Pack!

The Wolf Pack, the civilization for which they fought life and death and pledged their very souls, would be the opponent.

And most critically, outright rebellion meant standing opposite the Wolf Lord!

The Wolf Lord—what kind of existence was he?

An entity capable of subduing the entire world alone, of meeting nuclear devastation head-on without flinching, and of tearing apart the Heavenly Eye’s Primordial True God during the Wolf Pack’s ascension.

To oppose someone of such stature?

The Cold Cicada King believed even a thousand heads wouldn’t be sufficient to save it, and countless Sources of Divinity within itself would still culminate in death without burial!

The Wolf Lord was the very cornerstone of the Wolf Pack Civilization, the Sea-Calming Divine Needle stabilizing its entirety.

The widespread rumor from months ago about the Wolf Lord suffering grievous wounds? The Cold Cicada King scoffed at it.

For in its eyes, the Wolf Lord was invincible and unconquerable!

The Wolf Lord’s injuries, even if they were real, changed nothing.

As these thoughts swirled, the Northern Desert Sandworm King raised its head, locking eyes sharply with the Cold Cicada King.

Neither retreated nor yielded, and fiery spirits erupted between the gazes of both mighty beings.

After a lengthy staring match, the Northern Desert Sandworm King seemed to reach an epiphany, retracting its aura and stepping back a few strides to create distance from the Cold Cicada King.

The reason for this retreat lay in the sudden clarity dawning upon it—it realized that everything unfolding was part of the Wolf Lord’s grand scheme.

They were still players in the Wolf Lord’s game; considerations of independence and the distant future were premature.

Most importantly, it owed far too much to the Wolf Lord!

Though the freshly minted members of the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan may feel free of obligations to the Wolf Lord, it knew without the Wolf Lord’s intervention, the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan would not exist as it does today!

Everything—nearly everything—was gifted by the Wolf Lord.