Xiang Ning felt a sense of belonging among all the people around him. It felt like the battlefield was where he belonged. He didn’t live for war, he just felt like he should do his part in protecting all the people he loved. That was his sense of belonging. 

He didn’t look back, but he could feel his friends’ eyes on him and felt so proud. He was living for himself, his family, and everyone he loved!

“Stupid kid, why are you here? Step aside!” roared a man fighting an Iron Tank. There were three Iron Tanks that had broken past their defensive line and were now charging toward Xiang Ning. 

One was fine, but three? Even they found it difficult to hold off three, let alone this kid. 

“Which idiot let him in? RUN!” 

Xiang Ning smirked. He belonged here! 

“Mountain Crash!” Wu Rui, who had appeared next to him, raised his rod. He wanted to see which would win: the Iron Tank’s bones or his iridium rod! 

When Wu Rui performed his Peak Mastery Mountain Crash, the people who saw him were astonished, unable to believe what their eyes had seen. They saw him strike the Iron Tank’s head, then the eleven-ton adult Iron Tank actually collapsed. 

“Wow! That’s right! Do that a few more times!” The martial artists who saw the attack relaxed and grew excited, but what happened next stunned them. Even the beasts they fought stopped for a few seconds. 

They saw Wu Rui ignoring the other two Iron Tanks, mercilessly attacking the collapsed Iron Tank instead. 

They couldn’t help but scream, “What the hell, move!” 

“Like I said, they shouldn’t let kids come, they’ve gone mad from the fear!” 

They couldn’t watch any longer, already able to picture the ending. A surge of helplessness grew within their hearts—that was just a kid! 

The other two Iron Tanks felt lucky. They were about to taste fresh human blood! But….

Special artifact: Sovereign’s Throne activated!

Disguise activated!

Target acquired!

Tyrant of the Forest, Grimclaw.

Boom! 

Every being within a radius of three hundred meters of Xiang Ning, both human and beast alike, felt an intimidating pressure in the depths of their souls. Although he was tier four, he was still weaker than some of the other fighters present. Yet his aura was enough to make them uncomfortable. 

The feeling quickly vanished, or more specifically, vanished for the humans. The beasts still felt the suppression of their souls. The Tyrant of the Forest, Grimclaw, was a tyrant no matter where it went. As long as it was hungry, it would grab any beast it wanted for lunch. Its prey wouldn’t even run, but obediently lie belly up on the ground. 

The beasts couldn’t fight that kind of pressure at all. To them, the two Iron Tanks charging at Xiang Ning weren’t lucky, they were arrogant idiots who dared challenge a tyrant! 

Xiang Ning held out his arm, taking off the metal tube containing the Devourer and calmly revealing the bioweapon. Its length, width and the eerie attachment that contained the core were a shock to the other fighters. 

“Triple Slash.” Instead of retreating, Xiang Ning charged ahead, appearing before the two beasts in a blink while they frantically tried to stop. Their pupils constricted in alarm and there was fear in their eyes. 

The blade flashed. There was no blood, only two large heads rolling on the ground. Two tier four Beast Generals had been killed just like that. 

At the same time, Wu Rui also killed the other Iron Tank. The crowd finally realized that the two teenagers were different from what they had thought—or rather, out of their expectations. They were still in shock. But they were still martial artists, after all. Since all the beasts had been stunned for some unknown reason, the humans took the opportunity to kill the beasts in front of them. 

“Hahaha! Glory to mankind, victory to the Federation! The animals fear us! Kill them!” 

“KILL!” 

Xiang Ning and Wu Rui charged into the herd of tier four Beast Generals. 

Although the Sovereign’s Throne suppressed the beasts, there was a common saying: don’t pursue a bankrupt man. The more wounds the beasts sustained, the more violent they became. The reverence deep in their souls, as well as their animal instincts, told them that they could either run or die there. 

The beasts wanted to run, but there were tens of thousands more behind them, so how could they? It didn’t matter how low their intelligence was, all beasts understood one concept: if I’m going to die anyway, why not fight with all I’ve got? What if I live? That was the basal desire to live, newborns to adults had the same desire deep in their souls. 

Xiang Ning’s Fury Points quickly rose. Like a god of war, he worked with Wu Rui to fight the wolves who had entered the herd of goats, slaughtering mercilessly. 

One beast, two beasts, three beasts, four beasts! 

Xiang Ning didn’t know how many he had killed, but when he turned around, Wu Rui was already exhausted and looked like he might collapse in the next moment. The people who had fought alongside him slowly disappeared. There were fewer and fewer humans around him. There even seemed to be an invisible barrier separating Xiang Ning from the rest of the humans. 

“Bring that child back, no matter what!” The elderly general, whom a few martial artists had rescued, was frantic when he saw Xiang Ning trapped in the stampede. 

“General! We don’t have enough people. There are thirty-seven martial artists trapped in other places. We can’t break through to get to them! We’ll go for the child!”

“Bad news, General! There’s a tier-five Beast General going after the child!” 

“What?!” The general’s eyes widened and he scrambled up from the ground. He looked at the silhouette trapped near the front lines. A giant white beast was baring its teeth, slowly approaching Xiang Ning. It was a tier five, four-star Beast General—a Pale Moon! 

Xiang Ning was familiar with its species, as he had fought one in the past. His previous encounter was far from this one, though; this Pale Moon was much larger, making it look more terrifying. 

Due to Xiang Ning’s aura and his killing of too many beasts, it had attracted the attention of the powerful beasts. His Sovereign’s Throne was only mildly effective against it because it was a tier five Pale Moon that had capabilities equivalent to tier seven. At least three tier seven masters would be needed to kill it!  

Pale Moon made another appearance! This time it's royally fucked