"Whether we are masters of power or slaves to it, that isn't important. What matters is that unmatched power is roaring in our chests and gathering in our palms. Whether we use it to destroy heaven and earth or remake the world, we can!"
The Wolf King turned a deaf ear to Meng Chao's warning. Enveloped in a cluster of red crystals shaped like a demonic wolf's head with its bloody maw wide open, he twitched nervously, completely immersed in his own logic.
Every so often, he tilted his head and cocked an ear, as though he could hear something Meng Chao could not.
"Listen, I don't know exactly what you're hung up on, but we don't have time!"
the Wolf King said. "We've already wasted too much time in the trials. Lion King and Tiger King's teams could appear behind us at any moment.
"Though we needn't fear Destroyer's Horn and Raging Blade now, don't forget that they have so many subordinates, all experts above a certain level—some even close to Battlegroup Level.
"So, we don't have time to dawdle here. We must race against every second and find the ultimate legacy the ancestral spirits left for us.
"As for what you said about calming down and seriously considering whether we are 'masters or slaves'—heh, once we obtain the ultimate legacy left by the ancestral spirits and grind Destroyer's Horn and Raging Blade's heads beneath our feet, we can discuss it at leisure!"
"What?"
Meng Chao was startled. "You're still not satisfied? You want to keep going?"
"Of course!"
the Wolf King said as though it were only natural. "The ancestral spirits' ultimate legacy, unparalleled power—wasn't that precisely why we overcame countless hardships, gambled everything, and came here?"
"But we've only just broken through the barrier of life, undergone