All this information flooded into Meng Chao's brain within half a second.
Half a second later, light erupted from the depths of the Wolf King's soul, as though ten thousand suns were slowly rising.
Amplified by the Original Mother, countless rays of light converged into a blazing sea of apocalyptic fire. Stormy waves that could destroy everything surged within the inferno and slammed fiercely against Meng Chao's mental defenses.
Meng Chao's mental defenses did not budge.
It was as though the apocalyptic flames, enough to drive a hundred powerful warriors into simultaneous mental collapse, were nothing more than motionless air.
He stared dumbfounded, completely stunned.
"This..."
The Wolf King was utterly bewildered.
He could not understand why the "Harvester" before him showed not the slightest reaction beneath the impact of the apocalyptic flames.
One had to know that these apocalyptic flames had been condensed from his dying memories of his previous life. They contained terror and despair of unparalleled realism and had always been his trump card.
After being reborn, throughout his journey of hacking through thorns and brambles and rising through miracles, the Wolf King had encountered countless formidable enemies who could not be defeated through conventional means.
These enemies possessed wills of exceptional fortitude and feared neither pain nor death, yet beneath the searing apocalyptic flames, they all let out hysterical screams. Some did not even need the Wolf King to act before their minds collapsed and their brains spontaneously combusted.
After all, the death of a single person—
And the complete annihilation of one's relatives, one's entire Lineage, even the civilization formed by all one's compatriots; from ancestral spirits ten thousand years ago to blood descendants ten thousand years hence, all history and future, legend and glory, the faintest traces left in this world by the mightiest