The Shadow Wolf King looked at his compatriots who were converging towards him below, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

It has grown from an ordinary shadow wolf to where it is today, thanks to its determination at a critical moment.

It bared its teeth, and bursts of black mist spread between its teeth, and the golden trees it touched seemed to have experienced a change of seasons in an instant, and the golden leaves that shimmered in the green shade instantly turned into a withered color.

Beside it, the Shadow Wolf Guard crawled, a whimpering sound of fear coming out of his throat.

If anyone were standing here at this time, they would find a foul gem embedded in the flesh of the Shadow Wolf King's white fur on the cheeks.

It was a gift from the previous Shadow Wolf King, and it was a curse.

The world where the Shadow Wolf King is located is a world of ten thousand beasts dominated by countless beast totems and the beast races under their command.

In order to gain greater power and rule over more ethnic groups, the totems have waged a war with each other that has lasted for tens of thousands of years.

Of course, all this was told by the old wolf king.

When it was born, their world had been shattered by the long war fought by those totems.

In the end, I don't know what the reason was, but one day, the continent began to collapse, and the sky was cut into countless dark cracks, and the wails of various beasts came from the forest.

When the creatures of the twisted jungle came to their senses, all they saw was cracked earth and endless winds running across the edge of the forest.

The light in the sky was gradually dissipating, and this time lasted for more than a thousand days and nights.

It is in this context that it was born.

The totem that the Shadow Wolves believed in had already declined, and before the destruction of the world, although the overall strength of their race was considered strong, it was still not as good as those with totem support.

What's more, with the demise of the totem, the wolves were horrified to find that more and more newborns were born no longer retaining their original wisdom.

They look more like the beasts they were before the totem appeared.

This panic lasted for a long time, until that day, the distorted jungle, which had dimmed to an undetectable light, was suddenly torn apart by a pair of terrifying hands.

The big hands touched the sky, and the sky was stitched together, and a blazing sun quietly rose.

The big hands caressed the earth, and the cracked earth was filled again, and the plants and trees came to life.

It's like everything is going to get better......

Until on the other side of the forest, the last remaining totem of this shattered world attacked the big hands.

It was the totem of the Howling Moon Lions, and for some unknown reason, she turned into a wild lion that covered the sky, fought with those big hands, and then ...... was shattered and attacked by one finger of those big hands, and the other finger was crushed into a cloud of light dust.

The terrifying power was reflected in the eyes of the Shadow Wolf King, who was still young at the time, and turned into a bottomless fear.

While they were still wandering, a huge piece of flesh studded with strange gems fell from the sky in a rain of blood from the sky and smashed into the land of the wolves.

….

It was half of the head of the Howling Moon Totem, and there was a thick disbelief and fear of death in her eyes, and the breath on her body was gradually news.

At that moment, the old wolf king made a decision in an instant and did something rebellious......

It devoured the flesh of the Moon Howling Moon Totem, and then fled with the wolves as soon as possible.

It turned out to be the right choice.

Although the old wolf king did not fuse the power of the Xiaoyue totem well, with the help of its flesh and blood, after groping for a while, he was finally able to use the power of the totem to begin to enlighten those ignorant clansmen.

But...... The good times didn't last long, and the flesh and blood of the totem and the malice in it that had not completely dissipated continued to erode the old wolf king.

It is getting more and more powerful, and it is becoming more and more tyrannical.

Although under its leadership, the Shadow Wolves managed to grow from only a few to the few

A small group of hundreds, on the verge of extinction, has grown again.

He even successfully hunted a large number of people who were still alive in the Twisted Jungle, gained a lot of territory, and gradually stood at the top of the Twisted Jungle food chain.

However, as the influence of totem flesh and blood on the old wolf king became more and more obvious, its body also began to mutate, and its actions became abnormal.

With the help of the power of the totem flesh and blood in the body, he repeatedly made the she-wolf who was about to give birth to be constantly affected by the power of the totem, and finally gave birth to a group of strange wolf species with two heads.

It even began to attack its guards who tried to refute it.

As the internal environment of the clan became more and more tense, the entire Shadow Wolf Pack also had a vague precursor to falling apart, and the Shadow Wolves, who still had wisdom below, became more and more dissatisfied with the Wolf King.

And those compatriots who still have no wisdom, as well as those two-headed shadow wolves, have been completely dominated by the old wolf king.

Until it managed to "defeat" the old wolf king.

Or rather...... The old wolf king realized that his old self could no longer suppress the corrupt totemic power on his body, and at the last sober level, he chose to bet everything on the new era.

So, after a rainy night, when it defeated and devoured the old wolf queen covered in blood, it was the king of the wolf pack!

However, not enough!

"Wolf cubs, not enough! We are outsiders, there is no room for us to survive in the world across the door, and if we want to gain respect and awe on the other side of the door, we need war!"

The wolves are roaring!

The totemic power of the wolf king's body continued to spread, and the wolves that were crawling at his feet shimmered with dirty spell marks.

Although it is very shallow, it is better to be full in quantity!

The Shadow Wolf King knew that if it wanted to gain a say in that world, it would have to use a hearty victory, or ......

Death!

With the deaths of countless living people, pave a throne of blood for its race!

And now, the time has come!

During this time, with the power of that filth, the two-headed shadow wolf that did not have much reason to control it infiltrated into the territory on the other side, and it had basically mastered the situation in that territory.

Each two-headed shadow wolf is the embodiment of its will, helping it watch over the movements of the strangely fur-clad Homo erectus across the door.

Tsk, the weak race, not even as good as the red-billed big-headed geese it killed in its early years.

Although there are also troublesome opponents who can use the meager power of totems (spells), it feels that it can teach them a lesson in blood.

[In other words, it is the best to read aloud and listen to books at present, @@,.install the latest version.] 】

So in the midst of this roar, more than 300 shadow wolves with intelligence slowly stepped forward, and behind them, there were thousands of ordinary shadow wolves who were not psychic but could obey the orders of the wolf pack.

Further back, there is the two-headed shadow wolf that keeps salivating, has no reason but is powerful enough.

Farther away, it was the location of the three opponents it had not yet been able to defeat in the twisted jungle.

Crimson echoes