Beasts have always been stronger than humans at the same level, a truth that is almost indelible.
The Wolf God, as a beast god, possessed unimaginable power. Even with the blessing of faith, the Angel God had no chance of winning against the Wolf God unless the latter reached the Divine King level.
This was because the physique of beasts far surpassed that of humans.
An Angel God who couldn't defeat a mere Wolf God attempting to suppress the Holy Spirit Sect Master, who could annihilate a Nine-Tails, was simply preposterous.
"In conclusion, the changes began fifty thousand years ago. The most significant alteration occurred the moment the Angelic Holy Sword descended upon the continent."
"The Holy Spirit Sect Master's transformation might be related to the Angel God, or it could just be wishful thinking on our part."
The Wolf God's golden eyes dimmed considerably. On the day of the upheaval, its dying body was not in a position to ascertain the reasons.
"Very well, I understand your helplessness."
"Now, lend me your final strength and offer yourself as a sacrifice!"
The little fox squatted there, its tone casual, yet it spoke words that were almost life-ending.
However, the Wolf God showed no outward emotion, its demeanor calm and serene.
"Yes, my lord!"
"It is my honor to fight alongside you once more with this broken body!"
Its golden pupils slowly closed, and streams of terrifying, pure golden flames emanated from its body. The flames raged fiercely, but just as with the previous sacrifice of Ba Xia, Wang Zhong, who was standing nearby, felt no heat.
"Roar!"
A wolf howl pierced the heavens, causing the entire underground kingdom to tremble violently. The werewolves living within were suddenly overcome by an overwhelming sense of sorrow,
causing them to howl to the sky!
"Father!"
The golden werewolf, who had led Wang Zhong into the city earlier, suddenly burst into the great hall, tears streaming down its face, unable to contain its grief.
"My child, do not be sad, nor heartbroken."
"It is the fortune of my life to have waited for the King's arrival with this broken body."
"My death now is but temporary. One day, we shall meet again!"
"From this day forward, the wolf tribe is entrusted to you. Fulfill the responsibilities and duties of a Wolf God. Your father anticipates the day we meet again, and you have surpassed me!"
A surging, vast soul force, like a mighty ocean, surged into the sky, transforming into a golden pillar of light that shot upwards, stirring the winds and clouds, connecting heaven and earth.
The Wolf God's form grew ethereal amidst the flames. It gazed at the golden werewolf with a look of peace and encouragement, devoid of any sorrow of parting.
As its form completely vanished, the soul force contained in the sky reached its zenith. A golden beam of light, imbued with boundless power, shot directly towards the little fox, engulfing its entire body in a golden cascade.
Wang Zhong, who shared a symbiotic bond with the little fox, experienced a soul force that belonged only to a deity—pure, radiant, and searing, carrying an unimaginable pride and unyielding spirit.
He couldn't understand why a Wolf God like this would submit to the little fox, willingly becoming its subject. Such pride and defiance should never be overwhelmed by any power.
Yet, it had ultimately prostrated itself before the little fox, expressing obedience and submission, sacrificing itself at a single word.
What had transpired in that ancient era that forced even the Wolf God to lower its noble head and follow the little fox?
Bathed in the golden radiance, the little fox greedily absorbed the oceanic soul force from the deity's sacrifice, filling every inch of its body and becoming increasingly powerful and solidified.
Although it could not yet condense a physical body as a Martial Soul, this was the soul force of a god, sufficient to restore some of its ancient power and might.
A quarter of an hour later, the golden beam of light descending from the sky gradually dissipated. Having absorbed the entire soul force sacrificed by the Wolf God, the little fox was encircled by a faint golden aura, resembling a deity standing atop a mountain peak, gazing upon the world.
It let out a deep sigh, shaking its fiery red fur. The golden halo surrounding it vanished into golden specks.
At that moment, a soul bone, as pure as gold, slowly materialized before the little fox from the void. It was a right leg bone.
Glancing at the object before it, the little fox swept it away with its tail, sending it towards the golden werewolf, who was still immersed in sorrow and pain.
"This is the last thing your father left you."
"As the god of your race, the faith of the wolves, your current weeping disgraces the Wolf God!"
"A ruler must stand alone in the world, protecting their kin. You are their faith, their symbol. A weeping Wolf God is not fit to lead the tribe toward greater strength."
The little fox's voice was cold, carrying reprimand and accusation.
Among the entire tribe, any wolf, any werewolf, could weep, but not the golden werewolf who had inherited the mantle of the Wolf God and was considered a secondary deity.
Its purpose was not to mourn the death of its father, but to find new faith and hope for the wolf pack in its father's passing, to lead the race forward, and to protect them!
The tears on its face instantly ceased. The golden werewolf reached out and grasped the soul bone, suppressing its grief and saying hoarsely, "Yes, I understand."
"I shall heed the King's teachings!"
The little fox nodded and returned to Wang Zhong's left hand, falling into slumber once more. Absorbing the entire Wolf God's soul force in one go was a bit too much for it at present.
It needed a short period of rest to convert that energy into its own strength.
The disappearance of the little fox caused the golden werewolf to fix its gaze on Wang Zhong. Its equally golden eyes held intense killing intent and ferocity.
Although its divine father had willingly sacrificed himself, this human before it was ultimately the cause of its father's death. Without him, its father would not have died!
Seeing the hatred and killing intent in the golden werewolf's eyes, Wang Zhong's vigilance reached its peak. The uncontrolled soul force it exuded at this moment was undeniable.
The strength of that soul force was on par with that of the Ba Xia beast that had been sacrificed to him!
This meant that the golden werewolf before him possessed power and cultivation approaching a million years!
Just as Wang Zhong expected a fierce battle between them, the golden werewolf suddenly clenched the right leg bone in its hand and took a deep breath.
"You are the King's friend, and thus I should show you respect."
"But my father died because of you, and I cannot suppress the killing intent that arises from the depths of my heart!"
"Therefore, I ask you to leave quickly and never appear here again!"
The golden werewolf slowly closed its eyes, suppressing the killing intent and ferocity within. When it opened them again, they held a calm and ruthless indifference.
Such a gaze was truly that of a wolf!
Wang Zhong, however, smiled at this. He nodded and said, "As it should be. The vengeance for a father's death, if one can suppress it, is hardly worthy of being a son!"
"Although your father was not killed by me, it can be said that he died because of me. The vengeance for a father's death is indeed fitting and appropriate."
"Thank you for the magnanimity of the Wolf King."
Wang Zhong clasped his hands in a deep bow towards the golden werewolf and departed. Honestly speaking, if his own father had died before him, Wang Zhong could not have acted as the golden werewolf did and allowed the perpetrator to leave.
The little fox's authority was ingrained deep within the wolf's blood!