Howl..
On the grassland, the howls of wolves rose and fell one after another, like the deafening waves of the vast ocean. They also scattered the clouds in the sky, and the momentum was terrifying.
One could see that one golden line after another pierced through the grassland. They were golden wolves, and some of them were at the level of quasi-saints and saints.
For a time, the shouts shook the sky. The seed-level evolvers from various races actually had helpers in secret, allowing them to do so. This was the embodiment of the overall strength of the race.
Of course, if it really involved the battle between the seeded level evolvers themselves, when they were fighting for hegemony, the helpers in secret could only watch from the sidelines.
There were many tests to enter the world of the living. There was a test for the entire race, as well as a battle for the recognition of an individual’s strength.
“Roar...”
