The Fierce Beast Taotie.
In that distant, unverifiable age, no Monster called a "Fierce Beast" was ever easy to provoke.
Every one of their ancestors had produced a supreme powerhouse who had achieved Ascension, and their bloodlines bore ancient brands that defied some of the laws of heaven and earth.
On the bloodline rankings of Fierce Beast races, the Taotie held a firm place among the top ten forbidden existences.
Their race possessed one pure and terrifying ability: devouring.
They devoured flesh and blood, devoured energy, and transformed it all into their own near-immortal, primeval bodies.
Even if the one before them was only a First Realm cub.
Before the gulf of bloodline supremacy, a First Realm Taotie cub still stood at a height most people could never reach in their lifetimes.
Its formidable body and innate power to devour were more than anyone but a truly world-renowned prodigy could withstand.
"We're finished... How did we run into a Fierce Beast here...?"
Qian Xing felt his legs turn weak. Even his hands were trembling.
He had spent years moving along the boundary between the lawful and the lawless, and he knew better than anyone how terrifying that bloodline was.
This was no monster they could bury beneath sheer numbers.
Li Degang's bulging muscles spasmed on instinct. He cultivated his body, but before the physical force radiating from the Taotie cub, the physique he prided himself on seemed as fragile as paper.
"Captain Li... maybe we should..."
Qian Xing swallowed. He wanted to suggest crushing their protective talismans and fleeing.
Before a creature like this, any Blessed Land opportunity or place in the next round was bullshit. Staying alive mattered most.
But Qian Xing never finished speaking.
Clang—!
A clear, impassioned blade cry exploded beside their ears, as though it would