"What on earth was that monster?"
Meng Chao and the Wolf King both shuddered in alarm.
One had to know that although the Turan People bore many bestial traits, and some even stood over ten meters tall, towering like colossal giants—
Whether the Jackals, Wolves, Tigers, and Leopards of the Golden Clan, or the Barbarian Bulls and wild boars of the Bloodhoof Clan, all had humanoid forms as their foundation.
Even the Lizardmen, Crocodile Men, and Snake People of the Dark Moon Clan looked, at first glance, like "humans who resembled beasts," rather than "half-human, half-beast monsters."
That was the confidence behind the Turan People calling themselves "High-Level Orcs."
Yet aside from its drenched head, its hanging fur, and its features scrunched together in utter misery, the monster fleeing madly ahead showed not the slightest trace of humanity.
Only Origin Warriors whose Totem Power had spiraled out of control, leaving them malformed and twisted, would grow into such bizarre shapes.
But Origin Warriors would never flee at the sight of people.
The moment they caught the scent of living creatures, they would pounce and fight like mad demons.
"Whether this thing is human or ghost, it must have lived inside the Holy Mountain Temple for a very long time.
"Catch it, and perhaps we can uncover the secrets of the Holy Mountain Temple!"
The two sped up.
Before they knew it, they had crossed over a hundred pipes and gradually plunged deep into the tangled maze.
Like two ants crawling into a precise, gigantic rocket engine.
Suddenly, the gray shadow flickered and vanished.
Meng Chao and the Wolf King were about to accelerate and leap over the massive pipe before them, more than twenty meters in diameter.
Yet they both came to a dead stop atop the pipe, their heels