Chapter Fifty: The End of the Beast Tide

Just as the Killing Wolf was swallowed by dozens of massive fireballs, a blade light stretching for tens of zhang instantly cleaved through each one, the terrifying blade aura slicing apart most of the flames. The imposing figure of the Killing Wolf emerged from the sea of fire.

In his hand, he gripped a treasured blade, its cold light dazzling, immense energy coursing through it, transforming into strands of formidable blade force.

Within Black Dragon City, the experts from all the great powers were astonished at the sight of the blade in Killing Wolf’s hand. It was actually a low-grade magical weapon.

To them, every magical weapon was a legendary object. Even the most ordinary one was worth more than several million low-grade spirit stones, far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Furthermore, only those at the Human Rank could truly unleash the power of a magical weapon. Others simply could not use it—the energy required to wield one could instantly drain the true qi from the body of a Ninth Rank martial artist, making it difficult to even exert a tenth of its power.

"Kill!"

Killing Wolf swung his blade toward the Fire Qilin Beast, a blade light dozens of zhang long tearing through the void, its terrifying attack warping the world around, strange phenomena erupting.

This time, the Fire Qilin Beast truly struck back. A fearsome pillar of flame suddenly shot from its mouth like a divine weapon of fire.

Boom!

Blade light collided with the pillar of flame, both shattering instantly, the resulting force annihilating everything for hundreds of zhang around, leaving the earth a barren wasteland scarred with deep ravines.

Fortunately, by now there was no one left around their battlefield—even fierce beasts and monstrous creatures had fled the area.

This exchange left both sides evenly matched.

Kill!

Killing Wolf showed no fear, his fighting spirit surging higher and higher, murderous aura spreading, as if he were a terrifying god of slaughter, his dormant bloodlust awakened once more.

With treasured blade in hand, Killing Wolf engaged the Fire Qilin Beast in a fierce battle.

Thankfully, Killing Wolf did not completely lose his reason, gradually luring the Fire Qilin Beast outside Black Dragon City, taking their fight into the wilderness.

Their brutal battle receded into the distance, allowing the survivors in Black Dragon City to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, they soon found themselves embroiled in another desperate struggle.

Hundreds of thousands of savage beasts and thousands of fearsome monsters surged into Black Dragon City, igniting a fierce clash.

Those who had originally planned to escape through underground passages or hide in secret chambers—all the key members of the major powers—were forced to join the battle. The elders of the Eight Great Clans, the elite warriors of each family, all took to the field.

The true strength of the other great powers was finally revealed, with high-ranked martial artists emerging one after another.

Nearly three hundred Ninth Rank martial artists appeared.

This was a truly formidable force. Though they no longer had the tall city walls for defense, the strongholds of each power were still heavily fortified. Moreover, the vast number of beasts were scattered throughout Black Dragon City, their forces spread thin, significantly reducing the pressure.

Thus, Black Dragon City was plunged into chaotic warfare.

Three days later, when General Killing Wolf returned, the beast tide had nearly been quelled.

Many of the most ferocious beasts had already left Black Dragon City after their rampage, returning to the Crouching Dragon Mountains. As for the savage beasts, they were scattered across thousands of li of land—most had been killed or wounded, with only a small number fleeing intact, the remainder blending into the forests and mountains.

This beast tide was a catastrophe for Black Dragon City: nearly two thirds of the population was dead or wounded, over a third of the buildings destroyed—a devastating loss.

When the city lord of Black Dragon City met General Killing Wolf, he found him gravely wounded, missing his left arm. As for whether the Fire Qilin Beast had been slain, he said nothing.

General Killing Wolf recuperated at the city lord’s mansion for half a month, then departed.

The clash between Killing Wolf and the Fire Qilin Beast was so intense that even the distant Yi Tribe, dozens or even hundreds of li away, could sense it.

But in the end, the battle gradually died down.

Recently, the Yi Tribe had been holding a grand ancestral ceremony lasting nine days, calling back the souls of warriors lost during the beast tide to join their ancestors.

During these nine days, everyone in the tribe feasted on the flesh of the Silver-Blooded Ancient Beast, enjoying unprecedented abundance, eating their fill without restraint.

Each household received dozens, even up to a hundred catties of Silver-Blooded Ancient Beast meat.

The tribe gradually returned to peace.

Because the beast tide had only just passed, the tribe did not go hunting in the mountains; relying on their reserves of meat, they could last at least another year without needing to hunt.

Therefore, this period became a time dedicated to cultivation for all the warriors of the tribe.

After this ordeal, the old chieftain and the elders decided, after discussion, to provide all the warriors with ample spirit stones for cultivation, to close the mountains for a year, and forbid anyone from leaving.

Yi Tian obtained a jar of Silver-Blooded Ancient Beast blood and divided it into six parts, one for each member of the Samsara Squad.

Just over ten catties of the blood filled a small jar.

In the days that followed, Yi Tian prepared medicinal baths for his mother Su Yue’e, Xiao Long, Xiao Ting, and the others, combining the Silver-Blooded Ancient Beast blood with other gentle herbs.

This medicinal bath was no less effective than some top-tier body-tempering concoctions.

A single bucket required only half a catty of Silver-Blooded Ancient Beast blood, and the results were remarkable.

After only two baths, his mother Su Yue’e no longer benefited from the treatment, but even so, her complexion became rosy, her skin more lustrous, and her strength increased by more than 160 catties.

Moreover, aided by the medicinal effects, she broke through to become a martial artist, mastering the Foundation-Building Technique and producing true qi for the first time.

Xiao Long and Xiao Ting could only absorb the effects of three medicinal baths.

After all, they had not yet begun formal cultivation and could only passively cleanse and temper their bodies, absorbing relatively little.

Nonetheless, Xiao Long and Xiao Ting’s physiques became remarkably robust, their strength soaring by 300 catties—despite being only eleven or twelve years old, they now possessed seven or eight hundred catties of strength, a truly astonishing feat.

Their superior constitution compared to ordinary children was thanks to years of consuming fierce beast meat, which subtly refined their bodies and cleansed their bones.

The three of them—his mother, Xiao Long, and Xiao Ting—used less than a third of the Silver-Blooded Ancient Beast blood.

Their cultivation was either meager or nonexistent, making it impossible for them to refine more of the essence or withstand greater energy without harm.

This was simply the maximum they could handle.

Yi Tian mixed the remaining Silver-Blooded Ancient Beast blood into a medicinal bath for himself. As he soaked, streams of silver blood energy poured into his pores, entering his bloodstream, meridians, organs, and bones, steadily fortifying his body.

He also practiced the Pure Yang Technique, causing the silver blood to be absorbed and refined at a rapid pace, merging into his flesh and bones.

When all the energy had been absorbed, Yi Tian felt his body had improved significantly.

Had he absorbed all the Silver-Blooded Ancient Beast’s essence, his physical strength would likely have broken through the 50,000-jin barrier in one leap.

Reaching 50,000 jin of physical strength was a terrifying realm; the human body’s limit was only around 100,000 jin, and surpassing that would cause the body to collapse entirely.

Only those who trained in supreme body-tempering arts could hope to unleash tens of thousands of jin of force.

However, according to legend, in ancient times, the ancestors of humanity could explode with several million jin of strength, breaking the shackles of the flesh, awakening its true power, undergoing transformation, and unlocking the body’s full potential.

Yi Tian did not regret not taking all the Silver-Blooded Ancient Beast blood for himself.

The rest was distributed by the tribe elders, made into medicinal baths for every child studying at the ancestral hall, improving their constitutions.

As for the low-grade king-level essence pellet from the Silver-Blooded Ancient Beast, Yi Tian let Little Black devour it.

The essence pellet was not only filled with vast energy but also contained a trace of ancient silver blood, which greatly attracted Little Black.

As expected, it took nearly an hour for Little Black to absorb the essence pellet.

Yi Tian could sense a powerful energy within Little Black; it felt as though its second head was about to grow at any moment—an intuition he couldn’t ignore.

Now, Little Black was far stronger than before, and Yi Tian could sense a dangerous aura from it, one comparable to a peak low-grade ferocious beast.