The One Hundred and Thirteen Star Domain, the Thirteenth. A massive group of broken remnants poured chaotically off the transport vessels, fleeing in sheer panic, their cries echoing: “Wolves, so many wolves, so many wolves.”

Fewer than three hundred thousand Federal officers and soldiers managed to retreat from the Eleventh and Twelfth back to the Thirteenth; all others were annihilated. From the moment the enemy attacked until the defense lines of both planets completely collapsed—all of this transpired in a mere five hours. Almost simultaneously with the enemy assault, nearly ten million Federal soldiers across the two planets were routed, leaving behind a river of blood and discarded armor. Over eight billion newly settled Federal civilians, along with vast stockpiles of infrastructure materials and machinery, all fell into enemy hands.

Medusa, the Commander of the Ninth Main Battle Group of the Hardwood Defense Corporation, stamped and cursed furiously on the base's landing pad, whipping the Federal soldiers, whose spirits had utterly fled, with a braided alloy whip, sending them crawling and scrambling across the ground. A host of Hardwood Defense Corporation mercenaries and Military Police from the Thirteenth Operations Command swarmed forward, arresting every soldier whose sanity had completely fractured. They were dragged off to the base’s military prison to clear their heads.

Barely had this disorderly rout been managed when the enemy arrived overhead of the Thirteenth.

The primary defense force on the Thirteenth consisted of fifty veteran mercenaries from the Hardwood Defense Corporation, along with over three million regular Federal troops, supplemented by several million police forces of varying combat readiness. Among the nearly four billion Federal citizens who had immigrated to the Thirteenth, roughly twenty million militia members had also been organized. They were equipped with a small number of heavy weapons but primarily carried light arms, intended mainly for guarding against the planet's diverse wildlife.

The enemy breached the atmosphere of the Thirteenth aboard over one hundred Silver Wolf-class battleships belonging to the Gods’ Federation. Displaying a near-desperate posture, these vessels forced their way through the ground defenses, closing rapidly on the surface. About eighty battleships were destroyed by ground fire during their penetration, and countless dark silhouettes burst from the exploding vessels, plummeting toward the ground like meteors.

Following these battleships were more than three hundred large transport vessels. They maneuvered their massive hulls ponderously as they glided into the atmosphere. Docking bay doors opened sequentially, and countless parachutes bloomed in the sky. Vast numbers of armored vehicles and soldiers descended via high-altitude parachute drop, approaching the planet like a suffocating black cloud.

Roughly one hundred thousand Moonlight-shaped, high-altitude, high-speed fighters of the Gods’ Federation plunged into the Thirteenth. In a mere thirty seconds, they emptied every bomb and missile carried on their frames, and within three minutes, all energy reserves in their weapon systems were depleted. A rain of destructive ordnance blanketed large swathes of the Federal military positions, driving the Federal troops into a state of utter defenselessness.

Twenty-one thousand elite warriors from the Werewolf clan of the Subspace descended. Nearly one hundred thousand monstrous alien wolves they had brought, coupled with over two million elite warriors, Temple Knights, and powerful beings with dark creature lineage such as Dark Mages from the Gods’ Federation, swarmed down. Almost simultaneously, they launched a comprehensive assault on the Federal bases scattered across the planet.

The giant wolves, originating from the Subspace and measuring over five meters in length, leaped lightly from altitudes of ten thousand meters. They raced across the ground in perfect silence, their bodies blurring into indistinct, hazy afterimages streaking over the terrain. Their claws could rend the hardest alloys; their teeth could effortlessly crush the main armor of main battle tanks; and their maws could spew energy spheres whose destructive power rivaled heavy aerial bombs. These were one hundred thousand peerless predators born only for slaughter.

Compared to these beings, the bio-engineered giant wolves of the Roman people resembled nothing more than adorable pets.

A squad of nearly one hundred elite Federal special forces soldiers bravely met three wolves charging their position, raising their weapons and unleashing a torrent of suppressive fire.

The three giant wolves curled their lips in disdain. Though beasts, they emitted a mocking laughter that sounded strikingly human. They shifted and darted with effortless grace, carving out massive 'Z' shaped evasion patterns within the downpour of light. They casually sidestepped the Federal soldiers' attacks and sprinted into the troop formations at speeds approaching one hundred meters per second.

The giant wolves reared their forepaws, leveraging the momentum of their forward surge to slash their claws. Their claws, nearly two feet long, gleamed faintly with a metallic sheen in the sunlight. A steady succession of muffled thuds sounded as armored torsos were sliced into multiple segments. Heads and severed limbs were violently propelled skyward, and vivid crimson blood sprayed far with every sweep of the claws. The Federal soldiers screamed in fury, fingers locked on their triggers, yet they couldn't even discern the outlines of these charging wolves.

In a mere ten seconds, nearly one hundred Federal special forces soldiers were massacred.

Standing amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, the three giant wolves threw their heads back and let out triumphant howls.

Two Federal heavy armed gunships lifted off from the rear positions, their fire control radars locking onto the forms of the three wolves.

The central wolf glanced dismissively at the metal contraptions overhead. Its mouth opened slightly, and a silver ball of light, the size of a human head, shot out like a comet, striking one of the helicopters. A sphere of fire engulfed an area spanning several hundred meters; both gunships were shredded into debris. On the ground, an entire reinforced company of Federal soldiers was killed by the shockwave from the explosion.

A dozen gray giant wolves, slicked with gore, charged in from the rear. They howled excitedly a few times toward the three silver wolves.

A towering, robust werewolf warrior with silver hair, his upper body bare, leaped from the rear jungle, brandishing his longsword. He unleashed a sharp, high-pitched cry toward the sky. Two more long-haired, gray-furred werewolf warriors followed him out of the undergrowth. The three exchanged knowing smiles, their bodies blurring into streaks of shadow as they charged the Federal defensive line ahead.

Nearly twenty giant wolves followed the three werewolf warriors into the Federal trenches. The Federal soldiers were completely unable to track their movements; they couldn't even ascertain the physical location of their bodies. As the werewolf warriors burst into the trenches, another bloody slaughter commenced. Sword energy strikes, several meters long, crisscrossed the narrow confines, each swing taking the lives of at least five Federal soldiers. One firing point after another was obliterated by energy spheres spat from the giant wolves’ mouths, and the Federal line was instantly torn to shreds.

“These beasts!” More than a dozen Federal soldiers, scorning death, rushed toward the invading enemy while clutching heavy explosives, having already pulled the safety pins.

A small mushroom cloud erupted on the position—the simultaneous detonation of nuclear magnetic shock bombs, equivalent to nearly one hundred tons of standard TNT, completely obliterating the positions spanning a kilometer in length and five hundred meters in depth. As the smoke cleared, a massive crater, tens of meters deep, appeared in the distance. Yet, the three werewolf warriors stood unharmed in the center of the crater, the giant wolves behind them having only their fur significantly ruffled by the blast wave.

“Weak, lower lifeforms. But I do favor their females!” The silver-haired werewolf warrior laughed gleefully. He pointed toward a small Federal troop concentration point ahead and bellowed, “Slaughter all the males, loot all the females. Hmm, virgin females fetch a fine price on the trading markets!”

The two gray-haired werewolf warriors shook their heads repeatedly. “No, we’ve already captured billions of lesser creatures. This time, we will enjoy their females. Captives? We have more than enough!”

The silver-haired warrior frowned in thought for a moment, then slowly nodded. “Very well, let us indulge ourselves. Billions of slaves? This is a grand harvest!”

Almost the exact same scenario unfolded across the entire Thirteenth. The Federal troops were utterly incapable of halting the werewolf invasion. Any military unit that engaged the werewolf soldiers and their savagely fierce giant wolves immediately disintegrated. On the main fronts, groups of three to five werewolf warriors could annihilate Federal forces a hundred times their number. Their advance was incredibly fast, and their rate of slaughter even faster. Once they entered a killing frenzy, in a mere thirty minutes, only the mercenaries of the Hardwood Defense Corporation remained offering resistance on the Thirteenth.

The casualty count among millions of Federal soldiers resulted in precisely zero losses for the werewolf soldiers.

The weakest among the twenty-one thousand elite werewolf warriors possessed combat strength equivalent to the peak of the Water Star level.

Their squad leaders of ten possessed power equivalent to Golden Core stage cultivators.

Their centurions held power nearing the Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

Their battalion commanders commanded power close to the Spirit Transformation stage cultivators.

And the seven werewolf generals leading them—elites promoted through centuries of battle-earned merit among the new generation of leaders from the seven great werewolf clans—each possessed power equivalent to the peak of the Void Realm!

Seven peaks of the Void Realm. Twenty-one Spirit Transformation stage cultivators, over two hundred Nascent Soul stage cultivators, over two thousand Golden Core stage cultivators, and eighteen thousand plus peak Water Star level fighters!

This level of strength was sufficient to destroy the combined total military capacity previously held by the Earth Dark Alliance and the Roman Pantheon combined!

In the command module of a Silver Wolf-class battleship high above, seven scarred youths, clad only in simple metal cuirasses that exposed vast expanses of their muscular torsos, watched the slaughter on the ground with cold indifference. A youth with brilliant golden hair shook his head disdainfully. “Fragile race. Pobibi! Are you certain that the death of Lord Ganggelu is connected to these mere prey?”

Pobibi tittered, bowing deeply to the seven youths. “Esteemed sirs, it is beyond doubt that Lord Ganggelu was ambushed on their territory.”

The silver-haired youth among the seven barked in a low tone, “Stop asking such irrelevant questions. Regardless of who did it, eliminate any who dare resist, turn them all into slaves, and sell all the females. Only then can we satisfy the clan elders.”

The golden-haired youth smiled. “Agreed. Whoever is responsible, total annihilation is the only correct response. First conquer the Terrans, then conquer that race called Roman, and finally eliminate those nuisances who wield the despicable power of Light. So many slaves—the clan elders and patriarchs of all clans will be pleased.”

The silver-haired youth nodded slowly. “Will this merit allow us to advance another rank? Hmm, one more rank advancement, and I can take two more wives and own even more slaves and females.”

All seven youths broke into greedy smiles, uniformly wiping the saliva from their lips and licking their noses with crimson tongues.

Pobibi squinted, sneering as he watched the seven young brutes. Beasts, they were. No matter their strength, their base instincts never changed. However, perhaps through these cursed werewolves, he might gain access to the followers of the God of Curses? He wondered what sort of beings they might be.

On the Thirteenth, only the operational command headquarters of the Earth Federal Thirteenth Sector, garrisoned by the Hardwood Defense Corporation and its most elite contingent of Federal special forces, still resisted. Medusa, Old Billy, and the other Hardwood Defense Corporation Jieshi, along with the Espers within the Federal army, were fully deployed, utilizing the terrain to hold the werewolf legions outside the base perimeter.

Deep within the operations command area, nestled within a ring of towering mountains, the surrounding peaks were riddled with heavy artillery emplacements. When all the heavy cannons from these emplacements fired simultaneously, they could weave an inescapable net of firepower across the mountain forests. The only route into the valley housing the command center was a gorge nearly a kilometer long but barely twenty meters wide. The valley walls were towering cliffs nearly a thousand meters high, bristling with every imaginable type of firepower. Within the valley floor stood an alloy gate ten meters thick, capable of withstanding attacks from high-yield thermonuclear bombs.

The first to arrive outside the valley entrance were fifty-odd werewolf warriors accompanied by over three hundred of their giant wolves. Having tasted blood, the werewolf warriors conducted no reconnaissance of the surrounding terrain or topography, launching their attack immediately. Over three hundred giant wolves charged toward the valley entrance at maximum speed, rushing the alloy gate, which stood nearly a thousand meters high and ten meters thick.

The crews manning the high-energy artillery pieces near the command center were not ordinary Federal soldiers but a clone of Xiao Xiao. Xiao Xiao’s main body was hidden within Gu Yechen’s Azure Lotus Ring; all his active bodies in the field were merely separated clones. This clone stationed on the Thirteenth possessed processing speed exceeding the most powerful quantum supercomputer of the Earth Federation by over ten million times, and its humanoid intelligence pushed its processing capability beyond human comprehension.

The over three hundred giant wolves flashed toward the valley entrance like lightning. The twelve heavy artillery batteries nearby had long calculated their trajectory. The instant all the giant wolves leaped forward, unable to change direction mid-air, the twelve heavy batteries—totaling two hundred and forty high-energy anti-air cannons, each exceeding fifty centimeters in caliber—fired a rapid ten-shot burst at maximum overload. Two thousand four hundred high-energy beams struck the charging wolves, the intense white light causing searing pain to the eyes.

As the white light dissipated, amidst the heart-wrenching shrieks of the werewolf warriors, the three hundred giant wolves were completely vaporized, leaving behind only a faint, hazy, black silhouette on the ground. The earth beneath had only slightly sunken, perhaps ten centimeters; the powerful bodies of the giant wolves had absorbed nearly all the energy from the high-energy beams, causing no collateral damage to the surroundings.

The werewolf warriors shed hot tears. These alien giant wolves were companions they had lived alongside since childhood, virtually indistinguishable from their own brothers.

The werewolf warriors, their eyes bloodshot, raised their longswords and charged toward the valley entrance with furious roars.

Two hundred Jieshi from the Hardwood Defense Corporation materialized above the alloy gate on the cliffsides. They stared down at the desperate charging werewolf warriors and simultaneously activated a synchronized mental shockwave amplified by Christo. Beams of nearly tangible blue shock energy erupted from their brows, twisting and merging in the air to form a colossal blue comet nearly thirty meters in diameter, hurtling toward the attackers.

Despite their powerful physiques and immense raw energy, the werewolf warriors possessed pitifully weak mental fortitude; their mental strength was only about double that of an average Earth human.

The blue comet struck the werewolf warriors’ bodies. Sharp crack sounds echoed as the explosive mental shockwave struck their brains directly. The fifty-plus werewolf warriors died instantly from cranial rupture. Their bodies were hurled away like dead leaves in a gale by the mental shockwave, flying nearly ten kilometers before crashing onto the ground.

The dying howls of the giant wolves echoed distantly. The heads of the werewolf warriors had exploded, releasing a death aura perceptible only to werewolves, which spread for hundreds of kilometers in a very short span of time.

Wolf howls, rising and falling, echoed from all corners of the forest. Several hundred fighters from the Gods’ Federation swept unhindered over the valley.

All Federal airbases had fallen. Many fighters were destroyed on the ground by the werewolf warriors before they could even scramble. The few lucky fighters that did manage to take off were intercepted and destroyed by the combined efforts of the Gods’ Federation warships, fighters, and the energy spheres launched by the giant wolves. The few super-carrier motherships Duke Cat had left behind as a show of force were captured on the ground by the rapidly advancing werewolf soldiers before they could even lift off. The inherent flaw of lacking skilled pilots was exposed immediately: even possessing powerful warships, they could not exert their corresponding combat strength.

Dozens of Silver Wolf-class battleships broke through the clouds and mist, ferrying the werewolf warriors responsible for handling threats at other military bases on the Thirteenth to this location.

Soon, several thousand werewolf warriors and tens of thousands of giant wolves assembled outside the valley. Both the warriors and the wolves formed neat, orderly formations, moving back and forth outside the valley, ostentatiously displaying their formidable might. Their ranks were so dense that at a glance, one could only see long ribbons of multi-colored fur glittering in the sunlight like flowing water. Dust billowed, footsteps thudded heavily, and the piercing shrieks of the werewolf warriors caused the surrounding forests to flatten in swathes.

All heavy artillery batteries near the command center, along with all surface-to-surface missile emplacements, launched a surprise attack on the densely packed werewolf formation. Tens of thousands of high-energy beams and thousands of high-speed missiles rained down, enveloping the overly concentrated enemy. One giant wolf after another turned to ash in the intense light. The robust bodies of the werewolf warriors disintegrated under the high-energy beams, their physical forms hurled high into the air by the violent explosions, spraying blood across the sky and coating the ground in a thick layer, only to be vaporized by subsequent high-energy beams.

Hundreds of high-yield thermobaric bombs whistled down. The werewolf soldiers who had just been blasted into the air were immediately engulfed by rolling clouds of high-temperature fire. Flames reaching tens of thousands of degrees Celsius fiercely scorched their bodies, funneling into their respiratory tracts. The werewolf warriors cried out in agony; their fur turned to ash in the firelight, and their proudly kept long hair was burned completely away.

Over three thousand Jieshi simultaneously appeared on the cliffsides flanking the valley entrance. They pushed their Christo-amplification to the utmost limit, uniformly unleashing a mental shockwave.

Nearly forty thousand giant wolves of various types had lost over ten thousand in the bombardment; the remainder suffered injuries ranging from minor to severe. The thousands of werewolf warriors were uniformly wounded—some with internal organ burns, others with limbs severed by high-energy beams—yet they retained a certain level of combat capability.

However, when the unified mental shockwave launched by the combined force of over three thousand Jieshi struck, the werewolf warriors and their giant wolves simultaneously let out piercing, desperate howls. Over thirty thousand giant wolves suffered immediate cranial rupture and died in unison, brain matter and blood splashing across the ground. Of the werewolf warriors, the two thousand weakest members of the Gray Wolf clan shrieked as not only their heads but their entire bodies exploded into fragments.

Inside Pobibi’s flagship, the faces of the seven young werewolves changed dramatically, especially the one with long gray hair, who wailed uncontrollably.

Seven streaks of shadow flashed, tearing a massive hole in the command module’s bulkhead. Rushing wind poured into the cabin, whipping the clothes of those inside. Pobibi cautiously moved to the breach and peered down. He saw seven tiny pinpricks of light flicker momentarily before vanishing beyond the horizon in the blink of an eye.

“May the Great God of Curses protect them alive. At least, they cannot die before I am presented to you,” Pobibi muttered deeply.

Having expended their full power in the mental assault, the Jieshi of the Hardwood Defense Corporation turned pale and swayed simultaneously. Some stumbled and collapsed to the ground, their mental energy completely drained, nearly fainting. Medusa and others, equally pale, shouted orders. The Jieshi struggled to raise their hands and retrieved their Zakkra Crystals, quickly drawing energy from them to replenish their reserves.

These Zakkra Crystals were all top-grade goods, containing extremely pure energy. In just a few breaths, their previously ashen complexions regained their healthy color.

The hulking figure, resembling a bear, waved his arm, shouting encouragement. “Brothers, hold on! We have called for reinforcements from the Federal Military Command! Hold fast, brothers!”

“Hold on with what?”

A cold, merciless mocking laugh drifted down from above. The seven powerfully built youths with distinct hair colors arrived almost instantaneously above them, their faces contorted into savage grins.

A terrifying pressure descended from the heights, causing over three thousand Boundary Masters of the Hadwar Defense Corporation to simultaneously spew blood and collapse. This pressure was so dense it felt tangible, and the valley housing the Defense Command issued a sound of unbearable strain. The valley floor, nearly a hundred kilometers in radius, and the surrounding mountain ranges emitted a faint "crack," as peaks that once soared a thousand meters tall abruptly sank by seven or eight hundred meters. All surface structures of the Command post, along with the turrets atop the mountains, were ground into dust.

**Fu looked up in horror, blood erupting from his seven orifices. He roared in terror, "What beasts are you people?"

The blond youth glanced indifferently at **Fu, shook his head without speaking, and casually threw a punch towards him with his right hand.

A golden gale swept through the valley entrance. **Fu, along with the hundreds of Boundary Masters beside him, was atomized, leaving nothing behind. Even the alloy gate at the valley mouth was half-destroyed.

Medusa shrieked, "No! You bastards!"

Following Medusa's cry, a thick green mist surged from behind her, and a nine-headed venomous python, three hundred meters long, hissed out of the fog. The giant python shot toward the seven youths like a fierce storm, its massive jaws opening to swallow them. As the venomous python appeared, countless other monstrous snakes with huge heads and sharp fangs slithered out of the green mist, swarming toward the Werewolf warriors gathered outside the valley. A foul stench rose to the heavens; wherever the green toxic fog passed, the grass, trees, and vegetation turned black.

A youth with blood-red hair exclaimed, pointing stunningly at Medusa, "Such a vicious female? I like her—she's mine!"

The other youths simultaneously cried out, "No, she's mine!"

Seven beams of intense light shot down from the sky. The giant python summoned by Medusa was instantly shattered mid-air. Countless thin beams of light splintered out from the seven primary beams, each one accurately striking the head of a monstrous snake summoned by Medusa, blasting them back into clouds of green toxic mist.

Seven massive hands simultaneously grasped Medusa's body. The seven youths yanked simultaneously. Medusa screamed once as her body tore apart into seven large pieces that scattered violently.

The blond youth laughed wildly, "Good! If I can't have her, no one can! Kill anyone who dares resist!" A blinding golden light shot up from the ground, leaping in the blink of an eye to ten thousand meters high. Innumerable thumb-thick golden rays poured down from the heavens. All Federation soldiers and Hadwar mercenaries near the Operations Command were struck—either in the brow, the heart, or the abdomen. The golden light pierced their vital points, instantly extinguishing their lives.

The other six youths laughed simultaneously, playfully leaping into the air. They casually raised their hands and pressed down lightly toward the ground below.

With a colossal boom that shook the very earth, the mountain range spanning a hundred kilometers around the Operations Command transformed into a basin sunk tens of kilometers deep. The violent strike breached the subterranean water veins, causing countless sprays of water to erupt around the basin. The highest water columns shot up a full thousand meters high. Before long, the basin had become a lake with a water depth of a hundred meters.

"Is it finished?" the long-haired, cyan-haired youth frowned and asked.

"No, there are still two little crawlers!" the blond youth sneered. He shouted sternly, "Get out, you cowards who fear death!"

Two golden beams, each as thick as a meter, shot down like sharp arrows, instantly striking the center of the newly formed basin. Amidst loud blasts and spraying dust, two imposing figures shot upward, Bohan and Mohe, heavily wounded, clutching a massive, spherical robotic head, erupting from underground. When the fighting broke out, Bohan and Mohe, as the highest commanders of the Thirteen Star District in Ducart's absence, were naturally stationed at the Command Post coordinating the counterattack. But they never anticipated the enemy would be this strong, or that their defeat would come so swiftly.

If not for the brothers being protected by a profound and inscrutable Buddhist technique, they would have been pulverized along with the Command Center.

The robotic head shrieked, "Escape! Don't worry about me. Losing this amount of energy is nothing. Don't sacrifice yourselves for me. If you take me, you can't escape."

Bohan asked mildly, "If we don't take you, what is our probability of escape?"

Xiao Fen Shen replied bluntly, "One in a hundred thousand!"

Mohe slapped the head of Xiao Fen Shen hard. He laughed loudly, "Then whether we take you or not makes no difference."

Shadows flashed as the seven youths, accompanied by several thousand Wolf Clan warriors, encircled Bohan and Mohe suspended in the air, looking mockingly at them and the metal head they held.

Xiao Fen Shen's avatar sighed with emotion, "Forget it. In this world, loyalty is paramount. I cannot be a burden to you. I'll go first; you don't need to avenge me."

As Xiao's emotion faded, six fist-sized plasma thrusters suddenly deployed beneath the massive metal head. The heavy metal head whipped up a gale as it flew from Bohan's hand, hurtling toward the blond youth at the front, who wore a wicked smile.

The blond youth shook his head dismissively and reached out his right hand to strike Xiao Fen Shen's head. He sneered, "Fragile creatures, you still dare resist?"

With a flick of his finger, Xiao's metal head was pulverized. The blond youth smiled at Bohan and Mohe. "I'll give you a chance to live. Your physique meets our aesthetic standards. Kneel down, beg for mercy, and willingly become our slaves. Sending you to the fighting arena should earn us considerable honor."

Bohan and Mohe exchanged glances and simultaneously shook their heads. Boundless pure energy erupted from beneath Bohan’s feet, and a clear spring bubbled forth. Flecks of golden light shimmered, and an endless pond of golden lotuses and a Bodhi forest emerged within the spring. Bohan sat cross-legged on a gigantic lotus pedestal, hands clasped, smiling gently, "The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back, and find the shore!"

As Bohan chanted, the boundless clear spring, the golden lotuses, and the Bodhi trees transformed into a golden, brilliant torrent that flowed into Bohan's body. A massive aura surged from within him. Behind Bohan manifested the true form of the Medicine King Buddha and an immense, peerless golden Swastika seal.

Mohe also chanted a Buddhist name deeply. Boundless blood springs erupted from beneath his feet. A sea of corpses and blood, white bones piling high—fleeting shadows of countless figures slaughtering each other flashed within the bloody expanse. The suffocating stench of blood and the heaven-defying killing intent made the eyes of the seven battle-hardened Wolf Clan generals turn red. They simultaneously let out excited roars. Hairs of various colors burst from beneath their skin, and the once relatively handsome Werewolf generals instantly transformed into seven giants, each standing over six meters tall, upright on two legs.

The golden-furred wolf among them let out a cackling laugh. The sea of slaughter released by Mohe was perfectly to the liking of the wolves.

Mohe snorted a few times, glancing sideways at the seven giant wolves. He opened his huge mouth and inhaled fiercely toward the boundless sea of blood.

The bloody water, along with countless corpses, bones, and the phantoms of fighting warriors, converged into a vortex and rushed into Mohe’s body. Mohe roared to the heavens, "Dairi Tathagata's World-Ending Dharma Body!"

As Mohe shouted, a bizarre Buddha statue, completely pitch-black and wreathed in crimson blood flames, slowly appeared behind him. A massive, blood-colored reverse Swastika seal slowly rotated behind the statue’s head, and a suffocating aura of destruction shot straight toward the heavens.

Bohan and Mohe simultaneously extended one palm. The brothers’ hands merged, and the golden light and blood energy on their bodies instantly fused into a turbid aura, chaotic and unidentifiable at its source. The Buddhas behind the brothers also moved toward the center and merged, rising skyward with a loud invocation. A Buddha statue with six heads, eighteen arms, and a height of eight feet and one inch manifested in the air, swinging eighteen Buddhist artifacts down upon the seven giant wolves. As the statue’s arms descended, the very space around the brothers shattered in places, presenting an awe-inspiring spectacle.

The seven giant wolves were startled and hastily retreated several hundred meters, narrowly avoiding the statue’s fatal strike.

The attack missed. Bohan and Mohe simultaneously spat blood from their seven orifices, and their previously ruddy faces instantly turned deathly pale, as if this single blow had consumed all their life force.

Bohan gave Mohe a cold look. "Got the guts?"

Mohe let out a sinister cackle, "It's either fight to the death or die anyway."

Bohan took a deep breath. "Then, let's fight to the death!"

Mohe paused, instinctively touching his chest. "Then we have no choice but to fight desperately. Honestly, I never wanted to use the power left to us by that old immortal. It was a final thought—what do you say, Big Brother?"

Bohan swept Mohe with a cold glance and sneered, "I didn't realize you still had such filial piety."

Mohe sighed to the sky. "When it comes to filial piety, who in the world can compare to me? I was afraid the old immortal would drag on and refuse to leave, so every day I tried my best to anger him to death, so he could secure a good spot in the Western Pure Land. Since I'm already this dutiful, hehe, what more is there to say?"

The brothers joked for a while, then simultaneously punched their chests. With one blow, blinding blood light erupted from both their chests, as if a heavy bomb had exploded inside them. Viscous blood plasma spewed from their pores, a quantity far exceeding the total blood within a normal human body. Their skin turned stark white in that instant, as if all their flesh and blood had been expelled by that punch, leaving only two empty shells.

The next instant, their hollowed-out shells were suddenly filled with power—a strange energy that seemed to mix darkness and light, blending life and death. The viscous, glue-like, fire-hot yet ice-cold energy surged rapidly within them. The brothers' bodies inflated rapidly, like balloons being filled, expanding to over ten meters high in the blink of an eye.

Bohan watched the wolfmen, whose faces had greatly changed, as his body began to disintegrate starting from his fingertips.

Mohe looked up at the sky somewhat forlornly and muttered a complaint. "My life's goal hasn't been achieved yet, and now I have to die? To sleep with ten thousand women and sire a thousand sons, and make them all monks. I’ll fund the construction of a grand monastery at the southern foot of the Himalayas, and my whole family will be monks for generations. Alas, my noble and lofty life ideal is about to be extinguished?"

With a few cracks, Mohe's toenails burst, sending flesh pulp scattering.

"I really don't want to die!" Mohe shook his head helplessly and nodded to the seven Wolf Clan generals, smiling. "Someone will come for revenge. No one who harms people belonging to our Chief ever lives well afterwards. Your Wolf Clan is destined for extinction; no one can save you. Heh heh, the Chief will use every means to wipe out your entire clan. This old Buddha will wait and see!"

The giant silver wolf forced a dry laugh. "Eradicate our powerful Seven Great Clans? Impossible..."

"Impossible?" Bohan smiled calmly. "Just as Mohe said, we shall wait and see!"

The brothers’ hands joined, and their bodies began to merge like two bodies of clear water, gradually, gradually becoming one person.

An aura so vast it inspired despair enveloped the Thirteenth Star. A hazy figure slowly coalesced from where Bohan and Mohe had vanished.

This figure muttered in a vague, emotionless voice, "Moon ruined, stars sunk, heaven and earth return together!"

The positive and negative Swastika seals appeared simultaneously above and below the figure's head. A gray, towering pillar of light shot upward. A violent shockwave swept outwards. The seven Wolf Clan generals screamed in terror, curling their bodies up and being swept backward in the energy storm, retreating hundreds of kilometers.

Bohan and Mohe's final strike had not only integrated all their accumulated cultivation over the years but also the energy from all the Zakula crystals stored in their domain. Moreover, it triggered the life essence left in their bodies by their father's Awakening Infusion technique. The addition of these three forces, enhanced by Cristol’s amplification effect, resulted in a self-detonation powered by the brothers’ lives, with power comparable to a mid-stage Void Realm cultivator.

A crater exceeding a thousand kilometers in diameter appeared on the surface of the Thirteenth Star. This continent was almost blasted into fragments. A tsunami spread from the land outward into the surrounding ocean, generating water walls that rose thousands of meters high.

Even the battleship where Popibi was located was nearly swept into the sea by the giant waves. The battleship struggled for a long time before barely escaping the turbulent waters.

The ordinary Wolf Clan warriors and giant wolves were too close to the Bohan brothers. The explosion vaporized them instantly.

The seven Wolf Clan generals were thrown over two thousand kilometers away by the shockwave, ejected directly out of the Thirteenth Star’s atmosphere. They spread their bodies in terror; their fur was completely burned away, and massive wounds split their strong bodies, from which bright red blood continuously sprayed. The general of the Gray Wolf Clan, being the weakest, had both arms shattered by the explosion, howling in agony and nearly weeping from the pain.

"Why is this happening? How can such frail life forms possess such immense power?" the generals of the Gold Wolf and Silver Wolf Clans roared in anger.

A relic the size of a fist, split into cyan and red, spun rapidly in the void at the center of the explosion. A dense aura of Zen power emanated from the relic, causing the surrounding air to fluctuate.

The seven Wolf Clan generals noticed the relic and sensed the powerful soul fluctuations within it. Bohan and Mohe's souls had survived the self-detonation by relying on this strange relic, but seemingly having exhausted all their energy, the relic could only drift helplessly in the air, lacking the strength to flee. The Gold Wolf Clan general cried out excitedly, "Good stuff! Such a pure aggregation of energy—truly excellent!"

Even the Gray Wolf Clan general, who had lost his arms, looked at the relic with greed. The dense soul aura and potent Zen power made saliva drip from the corners of their mouths. For the greedy Wolf Clan, the relic’s attraction was too great—so great it could incite internal conflict, so great it could make them forget the tragic deaths of over twenty thousand elite Wolf Clan members.

Seven beams of intense light simultaneously shot toward the relic, which contained the entire spiritual essence of Bohan and Mohe. The Wolf Clan generals cursed and snapped at each other, reaching out for the relic. The Gray Wolf Clan general, having lost his arms, simply opened his mouth to bite at the relic.

Just as the relic was about to fall into the hands of the Moon Wolf Clan general, who was the fastest, a faint black-and-white glimmer flashed, and Gu Xichen materialized out of the void.

Reaching out, Gu Xichen grasped the relic. His crimson eyes turned toward the seven charging wolves.

That single glance instantly caused the void to churn with chaotic winds, and boundless killing intent rose from the ground. Biting cold winds coiled up from beneath the earth, bringing with them the eerie sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"I, Gu Xichen, swear upon the souls of my ancestors and my own primordial spirit: I will exert my utmost to eradicate the Wolf Clan!"

"Whoever aids the tyrant, harms my human kin, and attacks my brothers, Gu Xichen, shall have their clan exterminated!"

With a wave of his hand, the True Magnetic Two-Phase Splitting Sword transformed into a magnificent rainbow of light stretching for hundreds of kilometers, instantly tearing the void apart and slicing the swirling Silver Wolf-class battleships into fragments.

As he retracted his hand, Gu Xichen had already gripped the ashen-faced Popibi by the neck.

"I said, I will wipe out your entire clan!"

Gu Xichen unhesitatingly raised his right hand and stabbed his index finger fiercely into Popibi's brow.

The Soul Searching and Spirit Extracting technique was activated, and all of Popibi's memories were swiftly read by Gu Xichen.

The seven Wolf Clan generals had already rushed before Gu Xichen, but when Gu Xichen’s crimson eyes shifted, the seven souls instinctively trembled. They screamed weirdly and turned to flee.

"You wolves must be wiped out; I just swore an oath!"

With a flick of his long sleeve, an invisible freezing force enveloped the seven wolves.

Golden light flashed again, and thirty-six Golden Armored Puppets materialized from all directions, completely capturing the seven wolves.

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