This was Wolfbreaker's final battle, and the last chance for the alien race to rise again. Transformed into a giant silver wolf, Wolfbreaker howled to the sky. A massive, bright moon slowly rose behind him, radiating a cool, clear light. Under the moonlight, Wolfbreaker's wounds rapidly healed. Enveloped in that cool moonlight, everything was shrouded in a layer of moonlight, then transformed into something identical to the moonlight itself—assimilation and nothingness. This was the innate skill of the noble wolf race, their ultimate technique, and now Wolfbreaker had finally unleashed it.

A metallic light emanated from Zhan Changtian's body, resisting the corrosive influence of the moonlight. This innate divine ability was indeed terrifying; in the second level of the secret realm, there must have been quite a few humans who had fallen victim to Wolf's Fury. Like Ten Thousand Swords Unleashed, it was an essential skill for mass killing.

Zhan Changtian's sword intent was also burning to its limit, and the terrifying energy was even tearing space apart. The two of them were completely in a desperate situation.

Jing Li and Yu Kou's expressions also turned serious. They had already anticipated that Lang Sha would be a ruthless character, but they hadn't expected him to be this monstrous. Whether it was his strength or speed, not to mention his abnormal talent skills, coupled with his meticulous mind, it was no wonder that he could become the true leader of the alien race.

In fact, Mu Feng's strength was no less than Lang Sha's. However, he encountered the monstrous combination of Zhan Changtian and Yu Kou in the secret realm, and his physical body was destroyed. He spent a full week recovering from his injuries, consuming countless rare and precious materials. Although his cultivation level did not decrease, his combat power was greatly weakened.

As a result, when it came to the challenge, it was a complete tragedy. They could only sit in eighth place with great frustration, which was an utter disgrace. Now, Wolf Rider has become the last hope for the alien race to reach the top three.

Yu Kou possesses the Heaven-Sealing Ruler; who knows what other powerful weapons she might have? Jing Li's Yin-Yang Demon Flame and those strange poison pills—fighting him, even if you ultimately win, you'll be utterly humiliated to death. Lang Sha doesn't want to experience the feeling of having power but being unable to unleash it, while constantly having to guard against Jing Li's underhanded tactics. Therefore, Lang Sha directly chose Zhan Changtian, at least he could have a satisfying battle. Whether he wins or loses depends entirely on individual combat strength.

It must be said that Lang Sha's planning was very thorough, and this battle was indeed exceptionally exciting. Zhan Changtian, no matter who he encountered, always charged forward without hesitation, engaging in direct head-on combat. This was largely due to his martial arts techniques and his own sword intent, but the ferocity of this battle also exceeded everyone's expectations.

Wolf Sha's long, snow-white fur was now stained with blood, and deep, bone-revealing wounds covered his abdomen and back, staining half his body red. Of course, Zhan Changtian also paid a heavy price; his upper body was left with several blackish wounds from Wolf Sha's venomous claws.

Before the battle, Zhan Changtian took an antidote pill. Although he couldn't fully understand Lang Sha's poison, it didn't affect his combat strength. His most serious injury was that his left shoulder had been hit by Lang Sha's spiked club, leaving half of his arm a bloody mess.

Blood splattered across the arena from time to time, but the two continued their fight, creating a situation where it was either you die or I live.

The final result of the battle was unexpected, ending in a draw.

"Ahhhh, how could it be a draw? Has the God of War not recovered from his battle with Ye Wushuang?"

"Of course! Ye Wushuang's attack was an enhanced version of Ten Thousand Swords Unleashed. The God of War finally defeated Ye Wushuang, but Lang Sha, that scheming fellow, took advantage of the situation. I feel sorry for the God of War."

"Can't you see that the God of War has been poisoned? His wounds have turned black, which will definitely affect his combat power. If you had known, the God of War should have asked the Palace Master to buy a batch of poison at a high price and had his precious sword processed as well, so that the alien races could also taste the poison pills."

"Don't worry, this ranking is comprehensive. Even if Wolf Slayer and War God tie this time, it won't affect War God's final ranking."

"But I still feel uneasy. The God of War is clearly number one, but now the alien race's combat power is on par with the God of War. Why is that?!"

"It's all Ye Wushuang's fault." Yes, it's Ye Wushuang's fault. If Ye Wushuang hadn't challenged the God of War, the God of War would have easily wiped out Lang Sha. Those lunatics from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, they didn't even bother to choose the right time to challenge the God of War.

Ye Wushuang, an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire: What does this have to do with me?

The Wan Jian Sect, unfairly blamed: That was Ye Wushuang's personal decision and had nothing to do with the sect.

Even though everyone has various grievances, that's the reality, and they have no choice but to accept it.

Mu Feng carried the severely injured Lang Sha back and began to carefully treat his wounds. Zhan Changtian was upright and honest, so there were no strange poisons involved. After Mu Feng dealt with Lang Sha's external injuries, he only needed to take some pills and rest more to recover. He was even able to make a breakthrough after summarizing the gains from this battle.

Jing Li condescended to drag Zhan Changtian back, then flicked her sleeve, and a row of pills appeared in mid-air, the worst of which were all ninth-grade pills.

Many people's eyes turned red with envy, and they kept swallowing their saliva. These were all high-grade, top-quality pills, extremely rare and hard to come by. Jing Li's extravagant spending made many people want to vomit blood.

I really want to ask if the Palace Master needs any bodyguards, all-around types, I just need the pills.

Yu Kou also got down from her seat to help. A rich energy of Jia Wood emanated from Jing Li's palm, which transformed into a large green net that firmly enveloped Zhan Changtian. The Jia Wood True Qi continuously repaired Zhan Changtian's injuries.

His left shoulder, which had been mangled and bloody, was restored to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye. While healing Zhan Changtian, Jing Li gave instructions to Yu Kou.

"The second white bottle on his right, sprinkled on his wound."

"The red bottle on your left, feed him one."

"Give him one of the third bottle of pills in your left hand."

As Zhan Changtian's wounds, which were shrouded in black mist, were treated with medicine, he also swallowed several pills. Jing Li's Jiamu True Qi, combined with the top-grade pills he had taken, was rapidly healing Zhan Changtian's injuries.

Zhan Changtian's terrifying wounds quickly healed, and his pale face regained some color.

Half an hour later, Jing Li slowly withdrew the Jiamu True Qi from his hand and put the pill back into his ring: "That's about enough."

Zhan Changtian also regained consciousness at this moment, feeling the changes throughout his body. A look of surprise and gratitude flashed across his face: "Thank you for saving me, Lord Palace Master."