Chapter 385: Chapter 165: Beast Emperor Acan, a New Discovery in the Giant Mountain Range_3

The wild forest deep within the Giant Mountain Range is terrifying beyond measure.

Beneath the dense woods, impenetrable by the sun, lies a thick layer of decaying leaves and branches.

Under these leaves are palm-sized poisonous spiders filled with fangs, and venomous insects with fine legs beneath their bellies, corroding plants wherever they pass.

At this moment, shadows of apes climb and leap swiftly along the trunks of ancient trees.

In the distance, inside the hollow of a withered Giant Wood, a slumbering Silver-Striped Bear is startled awake, just as it pokes its head out and feels the wind slicing toward it.

Frightened, it hurriedly rolls out.

But it’s already too late.

Dark shadows, accompanied by whistling sounds, shoot down from all directions, and the bear, unable to dodge, is pinned to the ground by a coarse Fine Iron Spear.

A dozen Fire Apes of varying sizes leap and land, with two about to pounce on the still alive bear.

"Ancestral Temple Keeper said no eating raw meat."

The leading Fire Ape, standing three fathoms and five feet tall, sweeps its dark golden eyes over all the present figures, especially the two that had just attempted to pounce on the bear.

At his words, the two Fire Apes with bloodshot eyes tremble and halt their steps.

"Carry it away."

The dozen figures quickly grab the bear and swiftly traverse the old forest, racing towards the mountain ahead, quickly carving out a cave.

"Change back."

After a moment, the dozen figures begin to slowly transform back into human form, except for two who do not revert.

But they do not, due to their blood-red eyes, attack their clansmen like Wild Beasts.

Instead, they obediently gather with their clansmen, looking eagerly at the bear.

...

Night falls.

In the distance, surrounded by mountains on all sides, is a vast valley.

The valley, dense with wild grass, has a Wetland in its center, attracting not only Mountain-Splitting Kui but also One-Horned Wild Oxen, Black-Horned Sheep, and other Wild Beasts, congregating at the water’s edge to drink.

On the same shore stands a multicolored beast resembling a leopard, also drinking water.

At this moment, they are not in conflict.

Rumbling!

The earth suddenly trembles, and howls of wolves echo.

Flocks of Silver-Horned Grey Wolves sprint towards the Wetland, scaring the various beasts into scattering.

Under the moonlight, the crowns of the wolves’ heads gleam with silver horns, yet they are fleeing in all directions.

Behind the wolves, more than twenty figures of the Human Race chase the pack.

"Roar!"

Seeing that the wolves are splitting off into a dozen to cover retreat, charging towards the rear.

The leading figure lets out a roar of a Wild Beast, and their beast-skin robe is instantly torn apart by the bulging musculature, unleashing rampant blood vapor.

In the blink of an eye, where once a figure raised their foot, the next moment when the foot lands, they have transformed into a Golden-winged Tiger, their speed increasing several times over.

The clansmen following behind the figure pounce forward, and as they descend, the ground is littered with fragments of beast-skin clothing, a series of Golden-winged Tigers treading the wasteland.

The dozen or so wolves at the rear instantly cower to the ground, with tails tightly tucked.

"Be gentle with your claws, these Silver-Horned Grey Wolves have good bloodlines and are worth taming."

Before long, over forty wolves are gathered together, prostrate, wagging their tails.

The lead wolf whimpers.

It does not understand.

Why can humans transform into tigers, and why are tigers in packs?

"Raise your heads; let me see if your eyes are red."

The leading person looks toward the other clansmen, seeing their eyes bright and clean, without any bloodshot, only then feeling reassured.

"Change back, we’ll ride the wolves back."

"On the way back, reflect on how these days from coming out of the valley, your body has changed upon transforming into a Desolate Beast Battle Body.

Think about how many times you’ve craved blood, raw meat, and how many times you’ve felt violent impulses—discuss all of it when we get back.

Why are you looking at me? I also have to report to Lord Huo Yunn in the Martial Division; do you think I can dodge it?

Think about what you’ll say, why are you all shrinking away? Isn’t it just discussing your changes over these days, is it that terrifying?

Every one of you tough guys, scrambling when catching Xiaoyang or Wild Beasts, but scared to articulate your changes?"

"Brother Huo Yang, you don’t know those wizards in the Military Division, never mind if they’re women; the questions they ask can be mortifying.

They even ask how often I think of my wife daily, and whether I entertain savage notions during bedtimes.

You see, these questions make me, a big man, blush with shame.

Besides, when I’m covering the bed, what else would I be thinking about?"

"You can be shy? Why aren’t you shy when you’re bare-assed."

"Even Ancestral Temple Keeper cultivates Desolate Beast Battle Bodies, so if Ancestral Temple Keeper does it, I do it too, and I’m proud of it."

"Shut up, think carefully, this concerns the subsequent cultivation of our people. Anyone who babbles, I’ll have those Fire Apes crush their eggs."

"It’s not just the Fire Apes with hands, I can also use my tiger claws."

...

At this moment, under the moonlight in another part of the mountain range.

In the middle of the mountain range is a vertical fissure, stretching from the peak to the foot of the mountain.

Moonlight spills down, creating a stream of light flowing into the fissure, making the inside seem as if a panorama is unfolding.

From afar, it appears extraordinarily mystical.

Huo Kui, leading a team of clansmen, has been traversing the mountain range for two years, stumbling upon this place by accident.

Whoosh!

Outside the fissure, several figures scramble out of it, followed by mushroom-like objects being thrown from inside.

Leaving everyone sticky and numb.

And the mushrooms are hurled by a dozen blue and yellow interspersed figures within the Rift Valley.

These figures exude a halo from their bodies, dragging light streams of several feet long under them.

"Screech!"

Even as the group scrambles out in a sorry state, the dozen figures charge out, clean the mushrooms off themselves using the light streams, and then fly back into the mountain fissure.

"Leader, there’s simply no way to communicate; perhaps a wizard is needed."

Several clansmen, covered in a jelly-like substance, arrive before Huo Kui.

"I can’t, I’m about to pass out."

"Me too, getting dizzy."

"These mushrooms are too..."

Several figures slump as if to fall, immediately caught by other clansmen.

ps: Only one update tonight, spent the afternoon and evening organizing the upcoming outline, will return to three updates tomorrow.