Beast Taming: Bloodline Golden Hand-Chapter 649 - 432: Human Race at a Disadvantage

"Roar!!!"

The wretched howl of the Flood Dragon Beast echoed throughout the canyon, with blood gushing from the wound on its neck. The intense pain drove it into a frenzy, and even though it had managed to throw off Xiaobai, it still suffered significant injuries.

Mo Dong was both shocked and furious; he never expected that Lin Chen and the Little Insect King would coordinate so cunningly, nor did he anticipate that the other side would use the terrain and insect swarms to create such a deadly trap.

Although the Protective Divine Light that automatically activated around the Flood Dragon Beast temporarily repelled Xiaobai, it merely bought it a brief respite.

But the Flood Dragon, after all, was of a higher level than Xiaobai. Mo Dong waved a large hand, signaling the other spirit beasts to move forward and shield his Flood Dragon.

However, Lin Chen and Xiaobai wouldn’t give him the chance.

Seizing the moment, Xiaobai went berserk, entering the Demon Bull Appearance state.

Lin Chen formed a hand seal.

"True Demon’s Grip!"

A divine hand descended from the sky, pressing directly towards the Flood Dragon.

The Flood Dragon Beast proved formidable, spewing a white breath to forcibly clash with the True Demon’s Grip.

It even managed to bounce Xiaobai away, its four hooves shattering the rock as it stabilized itself, its blood-red bull eyes locked fiercely onto the heavily wounded Flood Dragon Beast.

It let out a low growl, its green scales glinting with a metallic sheen, while the divine demonic aura surrounding it surged once again, clearly preparing for a second, decisive impact!

"It can still grow stronger?" Mo Dong was taken aback.

At this moment, Xiaobai had entered its strongest "True Demon" state, and the figure of the Demon Bull seemed to materialize, causing Mo Dong’s heart to tremble.

Previously, he believed that no matter how strong Lin Chen’s spirit beast was, it would only be so much.

But now it seemed, Lin Chen was even stronger than the rumors suggested.

In its True Demon state, Xiaobai unleashed the Iron Horn Impact, and the entire sky resembled a rapidly streaking black meteor, charging straight at the Flood Dragon Beast.

Mo Dong wasn’t foolish; he knew it was impossible to dodge, so he issued a command to the Flood Dragon Beast:

"Flood Dragon Out to Sea!"

The Flood Dragon leaped up, its body flashing with golden glints as it rushed toward Xiaobai’s direction.

With a huge explosion, both sides were momentarily sent flying.

Xiaobai fell to the ground, having exited its divine demon state.

Looking again, the situation of the Flood Dragon Beast was even worse, with a large hole torn in its body, blood streaming down.

Seeing this scene, Mo Dong was in pain, quickly storing away his Flood Dragon Beast, and ordered:

"Retreat!"

For a moment, the entire Celestial Dragon Tribe was stunned, but after witnessing the wretched condition of Mo Dong’s spirit beast, they all swallowed hard.

Mo Dong cast a vicious glance at Lin Chen before finally departing.

The Little Insect King and others wanted to pursue, but Lin Chen stopped them.

"Don’t chase a cornered enemy," Lin Chen said, watching the direction Mo Dong retreated.

Vaguely, he felt something was amiss.

Looking back at the bloodstains on the ground, they surprisingly dried up quickly.

This all seemed somewhat reminiscent of the chaotic beast war from years ago.

Lin Chen didn’t dwell on it and turned back to the Little Insect King, saying, "First, observe how far they’ve run."

He had barely finished speaking when he noticed fires erupting in the eastern forest.

"Damn it!"

Realizing something wasn’t right, Lin Chen asked the Little Insect King to guard the place and returned to the Spirit Academy, where he saw the injured Xu Pingzhi and his spirit beast.

"The east is the main battleground...."

"The opponents are a coalition of three tribes."

Xu Pingzhi’s face was pale, gulping large breaths before stating, "Their strength is likely even more formidable than we imagined."

Upon hearing this, everyone’s faces turned grim.

In the first battle, the Spirit Alliance lost 214 spirit beasts and 52 beastmasters.

Among them, there were even two 70-level beastmasters.

And there were three 80-level spirit beasts.

This news was certainly not favorable for the Spirit Alliance.

Simultaneously, the National Defense Alliance in the Celestial Capital and the Western Alliance both encountered their first battles on the same day.

The results were not ideal. Even though the National Defense Alliance wielded the strongest battle power, they faced equally strong opponents.

The joint forces of the Xuanyuan Tribe and the Divine Tiger Tribe nearly breached the first of the four defensive lines designed by the Celestial Capital on the very first day.

The news caused a nationwide shock.

"We’re finished; this time seems even harder than the beast upheaval."

"Could it not be difficult? These are creatures we nurtured with our resources."

"Why didn’t we know about this so-called Centennial Pact before?"

"It’s over this time."

Many of the Human Race were extremely despondent, as the power of the Divine Race appeared even more formidable than anticipated.

.....

In that ethereal high mountain, the Five-Colored Altar glowed brightly.

Bai Ling stood below it, looking as small as an ant.

Her heart was filled with shock and puzzlement.

Recently, she had realized that the old healer was different.

It seemed...

The old healer harbored many secrets.

Even more secrets than her teacher Zhong Nan.

What was the origin of this suddenly appearing Five-Colored Altar before her?

However, Bai Ling didn’t inquire too much about the altar’s origin. Instead, she asked, "Teacher, can we revive the Calamity-Devouring Beast with this?"

"Not yet," said the old healer, "We still have to wait."

"Wait for what?" Bai Ling asked puzzled.

It wasn’t urging, but simply a lack of understanding.

The old healer sat on the ground and surprisingly began explaining, "This Five-Colored Altar hails from ancient times, even older than recorded history."

"How did you find it, Teacher?" Bai Ling asked, perplexed.

"It’s not hard to find. It has always been here but was hidden later."

"Why was it hidden?"

"Because it’s too defiant of natural order; it can reshape life and death."

"Has someone tried it before?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"That person... is already dead," the old healer slowly replied.

Bai Ling didn’t quite understand the elusive demeanor of the old healer, yet her pupils gleamed brightly.

But deep within that bright gleam, it was no longer as clear.

Indeed.

After discovering what the Gu Family did to her, Bai Ling’s mentality completely changed.

As the two conversed, the Five-Colored Altar emitted an even more brilliant light.

Since Bai Ling and the old healer arrived, the altar had been glimmering, and as time passed, the light grew progressively brighter.

....

Although Lin Chen achieved some success in the north, the setbacks on the frontline made the Spirit Alliance appear slightly passive.

In the following days, both sides engaged in up to five probing battles.

But the results were two draws and three defeats.

Gu Zhong and Gu Su were extremely pleased these days; they were getting closer and closer to Ling Mountain’s main camp.

On this very day, the Great Elder came to Lin Chen.

"Actually, there’s something I haven’t told you," the Great Elder began, unexpectedly with these words.

Lin Chen immediately sensed the gravity of the matter; the Great Elder rarely spoke in this tone.

"When you previously entered the dragon vein, what did you feel?" the Great Elder asked.

"Feelings?" Lin Chen thought for a moment and then described his experience in detail.

The Great Elder nodded, saying, "Your feeling is correct. The dragon vein can be destroyed."

"If it’s absolutely necessary...."

"You want to destroy the dragon vein?" Lin Chen exclaimed.

The dragon vein is the foundation of the nation.

If it is damaged, spirit beasts might be unable to cultivate.