Meng Zhao harbored the world in his heart, his ambitions set on the Divine Land—even on becoming the future emperor of the Human Clan. Thus, he was bound to have irreconcilable conflicts and disputes with the Hundred Clans.
Class determined one's stance. His attitude was clear: the Hundred Clans must never be allowed to influence the Human Clan of the Divine Land, much less threaten it.
Therefore, though he knew this thing was an abomination against heaven, something the world would never tolerate, he still had not slain it while it was weak.
As for whether he might be nurturing a tiger that would one day bring disaster upon himself, Meng Zhao did not care much.
Even the Zombie Supreme, the legendary Unmelting Bone, had fallen time and again before the Five Emperors. Meng Zhao believed that he would surely reach the Supreme Realm in the future, standing alongside the ancient Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. Why would he fear a mere monster—one he himself had helped create?
Besides, though this Heavenly Wolf Corpse was quite bizarre, its future potential and upper limit were far inferior to those of an Unmelting Bone. It merely possessed the ability to fight heavenly beings across realms because the power of its bloodline had been fully awakened.
And whether it could truly withstand Dragon Tree Monk's Peacock Dharma Form remained unknown.
The corpse that had transformed into a Heavenly Wolf and used the Corrosion Divine Ability to shatter the Five-Colored Divine Light now had full, abundant flesh. Its body was tall and powerful, its fur streaming in the wind in soft, fine strands, yet carrying a metallic sheen.
As for the armor formed from the black-red Killing Aura that had previously clung to the corpse, it still tightly adhered to its flesh, granting it