Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf

For without the Lone Wolf Emperor needing to explain anything further, when he poured the River of Spirituality Essence into the deepest part of his Body, and touched that newly born soul bone within—the one strong enough to rival his own Ten Thousand Paths Furnace Thirteen Transformations Giant Level soul bone—only then did he sharply draw in a breath, and horror surfaced in his eyes.

”Reverse Birth... soul bone!! A Giant Level Reverse Birth soul bone!!”

If the Reverse Birth Power could still be unraveled, then the Reverse Birth soul bone is utterly beyond resolution.

It has already become a part of the Lone Wolf Emperor.

The Illusion God did not know what the Lone Wolf Emperor had gone through in this battle to give rise to such a world-shocking soul bone, but he understood that it must have been incomparably savage, saturated with despair, saturated with tragic sorrow, saturated with a frenzy that no longer cared about anything for the sake of strengthening oneself!

”The Battlefield... where the Wolf Lord is—how is it?”

At this moment, the Lone Wolf Emperor’s eyes were still a field of dead ash, yet he still clung to concern for the Wolf Lord.

”Wolf Pack Civilization Main Battlefield... a great victory! We won!”

Looking at the Lone Wolf Emperor, doomed to walk further and further down a road of no return until death, the Illusion God withdrew his horror and shock, and a trace of respect and regret appeared in his gaze.

”Good! Only it’s a pity... Ordinary Wolf is dead. That fellow, in order to save me, actually crashed head-on against a taboo existence. I owe him.

Rock Thunderbird is dead too. It always wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with me. Before this great war, it even said it wanted to borrow this military merit to restore its Deputy Commander position under the Wolf Lord. It died charging against the Fourth Division of the Meteor Black Guard, its Body riddled with blood holes. Originally, the Meteor Black Guard intended to capture it alive, to interfere with me, but Rock Thunderbird sensed it and resolutely self-detonated.

Tiffany is dead as well. She had already been enfeoffed in the Vassal Towns, commanding six Small Constant Stars under her banner, yet insisted on coming to the front lines to earn a piece of military merit. I harmed her. I should never have agreed to let her come.

The Purple-Backed Wolf is dead too, hahaha. That fellow’s Talent was pitifully weak; the only thing he had was the ability to endure hardship. Sleepless and tireless, he slowly ground his way up to Venerable. Tell me, what is a mere Venerable doing throwing his life away? I was only knocked down from the sky, not dead. What was he charging over for?

The Demon Star Lord is dead as well. He died a glorious death, perishing with his Soul Power exhausted. Without him commanding the Ten Thousand Demons First Division to the point of sublime perfection, we would never have held out this long.

After his death, he even planned for the Emperor of Nine Heavens to vent his fury upon his shattered corpse, unaware that there was a snare laid there by sixty sheets of Forbidden-level Foil Paper.

Sixty sheets of Forbidden-level Foil Paper could not kill the Emperor of Nine Heavens, but they did disrupt him. Because of that, I was able to launch a surprise Slay against the Emperor of Nine Heavens, and Star Nebula Destiny thus fused as one.

I owe the Demon Star Lord as well. I’ve always looked down on him, suppressed him many times, but I never thought he would be the one to make the greatest contribution to this great war...”

At this time, as the Illusion God helped the Lone Wolf Emperor restore his injuries, he listened quietly to the Lone Wolf Emperor rambling on like an old woman, muttering and recounting.

He did not interrupt, nor did he pose any questions.

Because from the Lone Wolf Emperor’s rambling narration, he finally sensed those emotions upon him that had been extinguished, that gaze that had despaired countless times, turned to dead ash, now little by little regaining expression.

From the Lone Wolf Emperor’s sparse words, the Illusion God could feel the savage brutality that surged from this battle, and the comradeship of brothers-in-arms.

The Hundred Battles Army... completely annihilated.

To the Wolf Pack Civilization, this might be nothing more than the loss of an elite trump-card army.