The Beast Tide Erupted, and One Stomp on the Gas Smashed Through

The nitrous nozzles on both sides of the exhaust pipe opened at once!

The next instant, twin blue flames several meters long blasted out!

Big Luck surged forward again, reaching a terrifying two hundred kilometers per hour!

Zhao Lie's vision blurred. The iron vehicle had already shot hundreds of meters ahead and plunged into the dark mass of the beast tide!

Bang!!!

The first thousand-year Spirit Beast in its path burst into a cloud of blood. It never even had a chance to scream.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

The second, the third, the fourth... Every Spirit Beast in Lu Yuan's path was smashed apart!

Smaller Spirit Beasts were crushed beneath Big Luck into bloody pulp or bursts of red mist.

Larger Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beasts were hurled away by the tremendous impact, crashing into the beasts behind them amid a chorus of howls.

Big Luck cut through the beast tide like a red-hot knife through butter. Nothing could stop it!

Lu Yuan sat in the cab with both hands on the steering wheel, focused and calm.

He watched through the windshield as blood, flesh, and dust flew everywhere. He drove straight ahead, occasionally drifting around a turn before plowing into another mass of Spirit Beasts.

He used no spirit skills, let alone any ultimate moves. With nothing but Big Luck's physical force and terrifying speed, he tore several openings through the vast, dark beast tide!

A thousand-year Spirit Beast? Knocked flying!

A Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast? Knocked flying!!

Trees in the way? Smashed down!!!

There was nothing one stomp on the gas couldn't solve!

And if there was, he would ram it again!

Zhao Lie and the other four team members stared, slack-jawed, as Big Luck forced a path through the beast tide. They were utterly dumbfounded.

They watched the Handcart charge in every direction under the young man's control. Wherever it went, Spirit Beasts fell like wheat before a scythe.

The thousand-year and Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beasts that usually terrified them were as fragile as paper windows before this Handcart, crushed with ease.

"What... what the hell is that monster..." the fat team member muttered. He had come back to his senses, but his face still showed utter shock.

Zhao Lie was screaming inside.

That young man isn't human!

He's driving a Titled Douluo on wheels!

Three hours later, on the other side of the Star Dou Great Forest.

A pitch-black Big Luck heavy truck, drenched in blood, slowly emerged from the dense woods.

Chunks of flesh and blood coated its hood and windshield. Mud and fur clung to its tires, and hot black smoke still billowed from its exhaust pipe.

Lu Yuan leaned back in the driver's seat and let out a breath.

He glanced at the rearview mirror. The forest he had just crossed had become a straight passage of blood and flesh.

On both sides lay crushed trees, shattered rocks, and countless Spirit Beast carcasses. Many were mangled beyond recognition.

Meanwhile, his Cargo Box was stuffed with Spirit Beast corpses, all of them higher-grade or more valuable prey.

Big Luck had selectively discarded the corpses of hundred-year Spirit Beasts, keeping only those at least a thousand years old.

Even so, so many Spirit Beast corpses filled the Cargo Box that it was nearly full.

Lu Yuan had made a fortune this time. He was quite satisfied.

Still, he sighed. He hadn't managed to kill another Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast during the Overload Mechanism's twenty-minute window.

Otherwise, he could have gained a third Spirit Ring.

"Ah, what a shame!"

Meanwhile, back where it had all begun.

Zhao Lie and the other four team members knelt on the ground, dazed, staring in the direction Lu Yuan had gone.

Their knees had gone weak, and none of them could stand up just yet.

Not because they were hurt, but because Lu Yuan's actions had scared them senseless.

Lu Yuan, on the other hand, took a piece of roasted jerky he had stored in the Cargo Box, bit into it, shifted gears, and stepped on the gas.

Big Luck drove off with its body covered in blood and battle scars, disappearing into the glow of the setting sun.

It left a devastated stretch of the Star Dou Great Forest's core region behind. Spirit Beast corpses lay everywhere, and the air reeked of blood and charred flesh.

The passage of blood and flesh it had smashed open stretched from deep within the core region to its edge, like a huge, hideous scar across the Star Dou Great Forest.

Zhao Lie and his teammates were still kneeling on the ground.

Zhao Lie was a veteran Soul Emperor who had spent over twenty years with the Spirit Hunting Guild. He had fought hundreds of battles, great and small.

Yet the strongest Spirit Beast he had ever faced was a thirty-thousand-year Shadow Demon Tiger.

His closest brush with death had come when five Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beasts surrounded his team. They had nearly lost their lives in the Star Dou Great Forest.

He had thought he had seen it all.

Only today did he realize there was always a bigger wave.

One young man possessed such terrifying strength!

Was he even human?

"Captain... what exactly was that thing..." the gaunt team member asked from behind him, pale-faced and trembling.

Zhao Lie searched through half a lifetime of experience for some reasonable explanation for the unbelievable sight they had just witnessed.

That Handcart? What exactly was it?

Could it be some terrifying innate Beast Martial Soul he had never seen before?

Impossible. No matter how powerful a Beast Martial Soul was, it couldn't take that shape.

The Handcart looked more like a metal contraption.

That was unusual, but not unheard of!

Then why was the young man's Handcart so terrifying?

It had even crushed the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Hound, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

Could it be a Tool Martial Soul? That was even less likely.

Tool Martial Souls were weapons or tools, and their users had to drive them with Soul Power.

Yet from the moment the young man got on the Handcart, they had never once sensed him using Soul Power.

Everything seemed to run on the Handcart's own power!

Could it be some kind of mechanical creation?

Zhao Lie had heard that some master blacksmiths could build extraordinarily intricate machines.

But those required enormous power sources, and they usually weren't very large.

The Martial Soul Flatbed Truck under the young man's control stood four or five meters tall and could smash a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Zhao Lie had never even heard of such a thing, let alone seen one!

"A Spirit Beast made of iron?" Zhao Lie frowned, then shook his head. "No! That can't be it! How could iron move that fast? How could it hit that hard? It even rammed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast to death!"

Clearly, Big Luck lay far beyond anything he understood.

"Ah! I don't think that was a Spirit Beast..." Zhao Lie sighed, then added, "That was our ancestor!"