The purple suan suddenly opened its mouth and roared, a fierce wind like a blade, its body emanating a faint purple glow. Eric Miles was startled, thinking this beast had lost its patience, and no longer cared about the green fruit, about to tear him to shreds.

The purple suan kicked off the ground with all four hooves, its body leaping into the air, leaving only an afterimage in its original spot. Before he could react, a foul, hot wind rushed at his face. In a split second, Eric could only roll aside to dodge, but instead of seeing the purple suan turning to bite him, he looked back and saw a gray wolf locked in combat with the purple suan.

If not for the purple suan pouncing out and intercepting the gray wolf midair, the wolf would have landed silently right where Gregory Eric had just been standing, its claws, gleaming cold and razor-sharp, would have torn open his back.

Gregory Eric broke out in a cold sweat—how could this gray wolf be so cunning?

This gray wolf must be the king of this land. Its wolfish body was not much leaner than the purple suan, the claws between its paws fully extended, the keratinous talons, hardened over many years, gleaming like meteoric iron with a cold light. Behind it spread enormous wings, the edges lined with tooth-like, bone-chilling spikes. Its blood-red eyes shot out a murderous gleam, and a pair of ghastly white fangs jutted from its mouth.

The high-level wild beasts of the Yan Yun Wasteland were all kings of their domains, at the top of the food chain. As long as one did not approach their lairs, their hostility toward humans was far less than that of common wild beasts.

Brian Sutton had cast the ultimate technique of the chaos-type secret art, "Thunderfall's Doom," causing the chaotic elemental forces in the central Yan Yun region to become unbalanced. The purple suan grew restless, left the deep mountains of Yan Yun, and, sensing the life force of the Adonai Divine Flower's fruit, tracked it here, only to trespass into the gray wolf's territory.

Gregory Eric had only tried to use a fire talisman technique, but his aura was too weak. Even if the gray wolf sensed it, it would not bother to interrupt its sleep to drive out the intruder. But the arrival of the purple suan made it highly alert, so it quietly crept over, intending to first kill the bipedal monster, then focus on dealing with the purple suan, its formidable rival.

Over the long years, this was not the first encounter between the purple suan and the gray wolf. In previous meetings, they had fought to a standstill, both suffering heavy injuries, and had long since become bitter enemies. Upon seeing the gray wolf pounce, the purple suan's eyes turned bloodshot, and it no longer cared about seizing the Adonai Divine Flower's fruit, charging straight at the gray wolf.

The gray wolf had intended to ambush, but its momentum faltered, forcing it to retreat repeatedly under the purple suan's assault.

A long-forgotten fear surfaced in Gregory Eric's heart. These two kingly wild beasts were dozens of times fiercer than any Eric had ever seen. Their roars were deafening, and as they tore at each other, the purple suan was cloaked in purple flames, while a yellowish glow shimmered around the gray wolf. Entwined together, they became a blur of mixed light and shadow, surging rapidly across the wasteland, toppling ancient trees all around as the two beasts crashed into them.

During the earlier standoff with the purple suan, a bloody gash had opened at his waist. At first, he hadn't noticed, but now it burned with pain. Gregory Eric picked up his spear—though its tip was only a sharp piece of flint, it gave him some reassurance.

Just as Gregory Eric could not tell which beast had the upper hand, he suddenly heard a tearing sound—the gray wolf's left flank was ripped open. The wolf howled in fury, its body pausing, and it did not leap forward to bite again. As Eric hesitated, he saw the earth around the purple suan bubble like boiling water, molten lava surging out and instantly solidifying around the purple suan's four legs.

With its legs locked by lava, the gray wolf seized the chance, circling to the side, its bloody maw gaping as it lunged. The purple suan opened its mouth slightly, roaring as it spat out a purple, ghostly chaos fire soul, shooting it at the gray wolf.

Gregory Eric watched, dazzled and awestruck—compared to the purple suan's chaos fire soul, his fire talisman technique was mere child's play.

The gray wolf could not dodge in time and was struck in the lower back by the chaos fire soul, its skin scorched and flesh charred. It leapt away, howling in pain, but this only enraged it further. It went berserk, circling behind the purple suan, ramming and clawing at it.

Though the purple suan was immensely strong, it was helpless against the high-level rock wall-locking technique, unable to break free, and was bitten until its flesh split and blood flowed. Unwilling to be humiliated, the purple suan struggled desperately, as if blood seeped into its pores, the purple aura gradually brightening. Cracking sounds echoed—“ka ka ka”—as the purple suan tried to break free from the molten rock shackles with sheer force...

When two mighty beasts clash, it can take days to determine a victor. The two beasts fought as they moved north.

Gregory Eric could not shake his fear, feeling that the struggle between these two beasts was almost ritualistic, each displaying their innate skills. After days of battle, both were covered in wounds, yet still evenly matched, glaring at each other, neither daring to retreat.

Gregory Eric continued to stealthily follow, not daring to get close, but unwilling to miss this ultimate battle between kingly wild beasts.

As the sun set, the evening glow painted the peaks of the Yan Yun mountains in brilliant colors. He followed from afar, soon seeing a dense forest to the north. Night birds called as they returned, and the clear sounds of water flowing among rocks brought Gregory Eric a moment of joy.

Chapter Two: Both Suffer Heavy Injuries

The two beasts fought, one man watched, and before they knew it, all three had left their original territory and arrived at the old course of the Chubu River.

Here, the Chubu River's flow was very small, but it had not dried up. Over the millennia, dense forests had grown on both banks. The droplets that condensed at dusk had long since frozen into white frost. Eric listened to the roars not far away, gazing at the swirling dust and the toppled giant trees under the starlight and moonlight. After the past few days, he was still dumbfounded, not daring to take even half a step closer.