Less than three minutes after Qin Cang and the others left Lake 2921, another gigantic gray wolf arrived through Divine Kingdom Teleportation.
This gray wolf also belonged to the Sky Wolf Race, but his aura far surpassed Skolls's. He was unquestionably a King-level Immortal, and not a weak one, either.
After all, Skolls was a member of the Demon Race Royal Family, yet he was only an ordinary Immortal Military Lord. That was a disgrace to the Demon Race Royal Family.
Not long after the gray wolf arrived, a monster with two fearsome heads appeared as well.
Any powerful being present would have recognized this terrifying two-headed creature as another member of the Demon Race Royal Family, though he belonged to a different royal clan than the Sky Wolf Race.
The Space-Time Nightmare Beast was one of the Demon Race's royal clans. At the peak of adulthood, its members could reach Domain Lord Level. One of their heads had a golden eye, the other a silver eye. The golden eye could affect space, while the silver eye could affect time. Used together, the Gold-Silver Eyes exerted a powerful influence over the space-time around them. Combined with their Law Domain, they gave the beasts a slight edge over the Sky Wolf Race at the same level.
Unfortunately, the Sky Wolf Race was born with a Life Gene Level six times higher than that of the Space-Time Nightmare Beast, giving them a slight advantage in that regard.
Thanks to their Gold-Silver Eyes' ability to affect space-time, nearly all Space-Time Nightmare Beasts were highly talented in the Space-Time Law. As a result, after becoming Immortal, they could almost all reach Marquis Level with a period of dedicated cultivation. Those who failed to reach Marquis Level were a disgrace to their race.
"Hahaha, Moswa! I didn't expect you to show up, too. A Human Race World Lord just killed one of your Sky Wolf Race's Immortals here. Your race really is going downhill.
"A full-fledged Immortal who can't even beat a Human Race World Lord—what a disgrace to the Demon Race!" The Space-Time Nightmare Beast immediately taunted Moswa, the Sky Wolf. Evidently, the various factions within the Demon Race were constantly at odds.
"Yar, don't get too smug. That Human Race member had an Immortal-level Star-Eating Grass protecting him. That's why Skolls died at his hands. Even you might not have had much of an advantage against that Star-Eating Grass." Moswa was clearly wary of the Space-Time Nightmare Beast, but he couldn't stand hearing him insult the Sky Wolf Race.
Still, Moswa couldn't help feeling helpless. A member of the Demon Race Royal Family, an Immortal—even if he was only an Immortal Military Lord—had been killed by a Human Race World Lord without even getting a chance to escape. It was a disgrace to the Sky Wolf Race.
And despite all the resources poured into him as a member of the Demon Race Royal Family, Skolls had remained an ordinary Immortal Military Lord for all these years. That infuriated Moswa even more. If Skolls hadn't sent a message suggesting that the World Lord had an impressive background, Moswa wouldn't have wanted to come here, only to be mocked by the Space-Time Nightmare Beast. Besides, Yar's aura had become even more terrifying.
"You and I both know why we came here. If that Human Race World Lord's Star-Eating Grass has reached Marquis Level, even I won't be able to gain much from fighting him. I might even be injured by it.
"An Immortal of your Sky Wolf Race was killed this time. So, tell me—what do you plan to do?" Yar asked. He enjoyed teasing Moswa, but he knew all too well how terrifying Star-Eating Grass could be. Chasing down that World Lord without first learning more would be foolish.
If the Star-Eating Grass had three hundred vines, or even five hundred, Yar's Immortal Divine Power might not be enough to feed it.
He hadn't even considered the possibility of a Thousand-Vine Star-Eating Grass. Even few King-level Immortals could afford to cultivate one. Most Star-Eating Grass raised by Human Race World Lords had only a hundred vines. The Demon Race's Outer-Region Battlefield database was full of records about such World Lords.
According to the Demon Race's intelligence gathered over the years, a Human Race World Lord capable of cultivating a Hundred-Vine Star-Eating Grass appeared every so often.
It made sense. The top geniuses of the Primal Secret Region sometimes remained at World Lord Level for over a million years, enjoying enough benefits from their race to gorge themselves on resources. The very best among them could spend ten million points on cultivating a plant life-form without much trouble, and Hundred-Vine Star-Eating Grass had an eighty-percent cultivation success rate. Given enough time, it was no surprise for World Lords like that to appear. Yar had seen several himself.
Three-Hundred-Vine Star-Eating Grass existed, too, but it was much rarer. Yar had seen it only once.
As for Star-Eating Grass with more than three hundred vines in the hands of a World Lord, Yar had only heard of it. He had never seen one.
However, World Lords who could afford to raise Star-Eating Grass all shared one notable trait: they had powerful backing and great strength. They were usually core geniuses of the Human Race, each with a bounty high enough to scare a demon. King-level Immortals might not care about those bounties, but for King-level Immortals like Moswa and Yar, the rewards for killing such genius World Lords were quite substantial.
The problem was never the kill. It was finding the target. The Outer-Region Battlefield was vast, and there were hundreds of millions of World Lords. Finding the one among them who had Star-Eating Grass for protection was incredibly difficult.
Unless he revealed it himself, who would know he had Star-Eating Grass protecting him? As long as he took care to conceal his methods and identity, he would generally be safe.
Besides, those fellows had all sorts of ways to hide their identities, making them even harder to track down.
"I'm not afraid of that Star-Eating Grass. The biggest problem is that we can't find the damn Human Race World Lord. After Skolls died, he probably boarded his ship and left. The Outer-Region Battlefield is so vast—who knows which way he went?
"And a World Lord with Star-Eating Grass for protection won't have a slow ship, either. Three minutes was plenty of time for him to get away. We'll probably have to wait until he shows himself again before we can find him." Moswa was helpless, too. He had come as quickly as he could, rushing over as soon as he received Skolls's message, but he had still arrived too late.
"Exactly. That Human Race World Lord must have left already. There's no way for us to track him down. In that case, I'll be on my way." Yar said no more and left.
"What's with Yar? Why is he being so agreeable today? He wasn't like this before. That greedy bastard made a wasted trip, yet he doesn't seem angry at all." Moswa pondered this in secret. Before long, he seemed to realize something.
"Yar, you bastard! I'll—"
Meanwhile, aboard his ship, Yar's Divine Power Avatar, which had remained behind at the Barracks Base, rose to its feet.
"I've discovered the whereabouts of a Human Race core-secret-region World Lord, protected by Star-Eating Grass. His identifying features are..."
The Demon Race—or rather, all four races, Human, Insect, Machine, and Demon—had long established a complete process for hunting and assassinating geniuses from rival races.
It included gathering intelligence, discovering their location, and confirming their latest strength. Any newly discovered information, once verified, could earn a reward.
This time, a World Lord protected by Star-Eating Grass had appeared and killed an Immortal of the Demon Race Royal Family despite being only a World Lord. Moreover, no information about this World Lord had circulated before.
Most likely, he was either an existing Human Race genius who had hidden his identity or a genius the Human Race had kept secret. Yar had now reported him. Once it was confirmed that such a genius existed, Yar would receive an appropriate reward.
If the genius turned out to be the same person as one of the targets on the Demon Race's Assassination List, this latest intelligence would allow the Demon Race to dispatch a more suitable force for the assassination, reducing the chance of failure and avoiding wasted resources.
Whichever way you looked at it, Yar had come out ahead. Skolls had been too busy calling for help to report Qin Cang to the Demon Race's Outer-Region Battlefield System. Otherwise, Yar wouldn't have received this reward.
Inside the ship, the Space-Time Nightmare Beast was in high spirits. He had earned a fortune in resources for free. It was practically like picking them up off the ground.
"Moswa, you fool! An Immortal of your Sky Wolf Race died, and I got a windfall out of it. Hahaha..."
Meanwhile, Sky Wolf Moswa was still at Lake 2921, raging helplessly. By the time he figured it out, Yar had already taken care of everything. Not only had Moswa lost one of his race's Immortals, but Yar had also snatched the reward for providing the intelligence. There was nothing Moswa could do. He had taken a huge loss.
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