Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf

But as soon as they entered, no matter which side, they were profoundly shaken by this battlefield—a region shrouded in mystery both before and after the great upheaval of heaven and earth.

The carnage here surpassed their imagination, rivaling even the blood-soaked battles at the Northern Border of Dragon Country.

The entire Tropical Rainforest was decimated, littered with the broken remnants of gargantuan trees and the corpses of countless exotic beasts who once thrived in its vibrant ecosystem.

And sprawling across the debris of ancient trees and lifeless beasts were uncountable cockroaches and serpents, densely packed and seemingly endless.

In a bizarre harmony, these insectoid and cold-blooded species coexisted, voraciously absorbing vast amounts of energy from the corpses of the rainforest's fallen inhabitants.

The Undying Cockroach Clan and the Serpent Swarm blanketed the rainforest; their numbers were immeasurable.

Even the elite scouts from various factions, despite their utmost caution, couldn't avoid the occasional anguished cries that pierced the air—evidence of their discovery and doom at the hands of the overwhelming swarm.

These cockroaches and serpents remained unaffected by the pervasive stench of blood; instead, the bloodlust in the air fueled their insatiable hunger and amplified their violent instincts.

One could hardly fathom the calamity that might befall the world if, one day, the Undying Cockroach Clan and the Serpent Civilization unleashed their full collective might.

After days of reconnaissance by the scouts, news of this battlefield began to spread, further magnifying the fearsome and invincible reputation of the Serpent Civilization across the land.

No one had anticipated that the Tropical Rainforest would be completely razed by the Serpent Civilization and the Undying Cockroach Clan.

Save for a few immature Exotic Plants, all the King-level flora and beasts had been exterminated.

This was not merely the devouring of the Tropical Tree Tribe but a calculated and brutal obliteration of their formidable presence from the world.

Small wonder the Serpent Civilization and the Undying Cockroach Clan had waged war here for nearly two years, leaving themselves no resources to intervene in the Dragon Country conflict.

Even the scout elites failed to uncover what lay at the heart of the rainforest:

Deep within, several Supreme Sovereigns of the Tropical Tree Tribe still mourned in sorrowful cries.

Above their defeated forms loomed a pitch-black python, stretching over ten thousand meters, on the cusp of transforming into a mythical serpent. It coiled coldly and indifferently, devouring and assimilating them.

The python's dark scales shimmered faintly in the dim forest light.

Perched there, it consumed and absorbed the Tropical Tree Tribe's energy relentlessly. The aura naturally emanating from its presence seemed to veil this area from the universe's gaze, rendering even other Supreme Sovereigns oblivious to its existence.

Among the defeated was the true form of the infamous Human-Skin Giant Tree that had once attended the Wolf Pack's civilization ascension battle. Its body oozed vibrant green blood, its vines and branches shattered, and the vital Hearts of Flora within its trunk entirely excavated.

The intricate layers of human skin covering the tree—once numbering in the millions—had all detached, becoming the fallen leaves of this ancient giant.

But the tree's terrifying vitality persisted. Despite being suppressed by the Blood Frenzy Python for over a month, faint traces of life and an unyielding will still lingered.

Yet even with its last remnants of vitality and consciousness, it could do nothing.

It could only watch helplessly as the massive, ominous black python steadily devoured the other ancient trees from its era and even its own deepest roots. A diminutive golden cockroach quietly absorbed every last ounce of energy from its remains.

Defeated!

The Tropical Tree Tribe, once possessing resources unparalleled even by the Deep Sea, had utterly fallen!

It was revealed that the Tropical Tree Tribe, known publicly to house only one Supreme Sovereign, truly had five.

And yet, they were defeated nonetheless.

The tribe had battled the Undying Cockroach Clan for years, grappling with their unfathomable terror.

They sent the Human-Skin Giant Tree to seek allies during the Wolf Pack's ascension to civilization.

But in the end, they could not find any allies capable of challenging the Serpent Civilization and the Undying Cockroach Clan.

The Wolf Pack Civilization, arguably the most suitable ally, with its mighty Wolf Lord, promised assistance only after conquering the Dragon Country.

But that moment never came.

Their defeat was swift and brutal.

No one truly understood the epic intensity of this battle in the rainforest. And with the Tropical Tree Tribe gone, no one would ever uncover their true strength.

The world would only remember the unassailable prestige of the Serpent Civilization and the Undying Cockroach Clan.

Victory belongs to kings, defeat to villains—as it has always been throughout history!

But only the Human-Skin Giant Tree knew that the tribe's ruler had fought the black python in a fierce battle lasting months, expending all its vital energy and shattering the python's body several times.

Yet destiny proved insurmountable, ending in tragedy. Its body and remains became spoils to fuel the python's ascension.

Defeated and destroyed!

A mournful song could be heard.

Fragments of human skin still clinging to the Human-Skin Giant Tree began to shed tears of blood.

Yet amid this battlefield strewn with ancient tree remnants and human skin, no one noticed or cared.

The two rulers of the Serpent Civilization continued their ravenous, emotionless feast of everything around them, preparing for the final conquest towards transcendent opportunity and dominion over the world!

And the Tropical Tree Tribe had become the largest stepping stone in their path to global supremacy.

With its rainforest brimming with the purest energy in the world, the Serpent Civilization and the Undying Cockroach Clan were poised to ascend, reigning supreme in this Era of Hegemony!

....

High-ranking Variant Species Beasts sensed a massive energy surge, poking their heads out to witness the White Wolf Pack rushing by, the rear end of the swarm carrying a massive, enigmatic corpse—none other than the dead Mad Thunder Skyhawk.

The boundless energy within the Skyhawk's body had not yet dissipated. Even the combined strength of several white wolves barely held it steady, causing them to struggle as they carried it. Meanwhile, distant Variant Species gazed in astonishment, their eyes filled with wonder.

What kind of powerful creature could have defeated a being as awe-inspiring as the Mad Thunder Skyhawk and still brazenly parade its body toward the Land of Adventure?

Under the astonished gazes of the predators, a white wolf with an even mightier presence appeared, moving so fast it was imperceptible to the naked eye—a blur of white streaking past like a ghost. By the time they blinked again, the wolf was already standing atop a distant hillside, howling at the sky, leading the pack toward the depths of the Arctic.

This scene burned deeply into the hearts of the predators, leaving an indelible mark that would last a lifetime. They would never forget the sight of that radiant, silver-white wolf, forever unable to escape its shadow.

This white wolf exuded the most overwhelming aura they had ever encountered. Its terrifying power drove them away instinctively, while its gaze—commanding and disdainful of all life—struck fear into their very cores.

This... was the embodiment of true strength.

Inspired, many predators began hunting more ferociously, driven by the desire to grow stronger, to one day pursue the silver-white silhouette they had glimpsed. Though they knew deep down that such heights were unattainable in their lifetimes, to them, strength was everything—a goal worth following.

Yet all of this was unbeknownst to Su Lin.