My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1671 - 606: Balance

Chapter 1671: Chapter 606: Balance

This strange world seems to have an inseparable connection with the Heavenly Track Reversal of that year. Mr. Sun feels that he is separated from the "truth" by a single layer, but he cannot pierce it - because now, he has no cultivation!

Even though he has consumed many Behemoths and is full of peak Sword Skills, which can dominate this world and beat all the enemies, in essence, now he is just an "ordinary person".

So, Mr. Sun can only watch the Ancestor who has a part of the Heavenly Track "Fragment" on him, unable to comprehend or collect it.

The Ancestor’s corpse remains in the Sacred Temple, and the Nelson Tribe has not been able to obtain the Heavenly Track Fragments for tens of thousands of years. They are even worse than Mr. Sun, as they don’t even know what the Heavenly Track is.

"The ancestor of the Guest Clan possibly also has a part of the Heavenly Track Fragments. The first time the Inheritor met the Ancestor’s Corpse, he must have felt as helpless as this official." Mr. Sun said silently in his heart, then unwittingly began to mutter, "...It’s like a peerless beauty undressing in front of you, you can take and give as you wish, but you just can’t do it."

The Clan Chief fell to the side, and Mr. Sun’s words were low and deep, making it difficult for him to hear. Words like "peerless beauty", "undressing", and "take and give"! The Clan Chief widened his eyes in fear; the Overlord had just "affectionately" stroked the Ancestor’s corpse...Could it be that his hobby is very different from ordinary people, deeply interested in the deceased, and regardless of their gender?!!!

Are all the people sent from heaven so unique?

"Absolutely not!" The Clan Chief almost shouted, but he is the only Overlord in our clan, the last hope against the Guest Clan. The Clan Chief suppressed his thoughts of risking his life to dissuade him, bowed his head and knelt down, then quietly glanced at the Ancestor’s corpse, thinking: The Ancestor certainly would not wish for the Guest Clan to be destroyed, right?

Anyway, it’s just a ten-thousand-year-old Ancient Corpse, it shouldn’t feel any pain or humiliation. The Clan Chief lowered his eyes, hesitating whether he should leave - but what if the Overlord likes having people watching him?

As the filial Clan Chief was struggling in his heart, he suddenly heard the Overlord say: "Make arrangements, I need to confront the Guest Clan Overlord." Then, Mr. Sun walked out of the Sacred Temple with hands behind his back. The Clan Chief was stunned: Is it over?

Mr. Sun has a guess in his heart: to leave this world, the key is the Heavenly Track Fragments on the Ancient Corpse. But since he can’t get them, he feels stuck here, and might grow old and die here!

Mr. Sun does not believe that the Inheritor doesn’t want to go back. Even if they were enemies before, they can now work together for a common goal.

As the Clan Chief walked out of the Sacred Temple and stood on the long stone steps, he raised his arm and announced to everyone that our Overlord would take the initiative to fight and defeat the Guest Clan Overlord. The clansmen surrounding the Sacred Temple burst into cheers upon hearing this.

Without delay, Mr. Sun set off with the elite army group formed by the Clan Chief and headed towards the Heaven and Earth Gorge. The situation of the Nelson Tribe on this front is terrible because they cannot fight against the Overlord. They can only sacrifice their lives, and these are the lives of high-ranking warriors.

The Nelson Tribe’s casualties during this time are five times that of the other side! The population of both tribes is not large, and at this rate of consumption, the Nelson Tribe can’t hold on for much longer. No matter if Mr. Sun can defeat the Guest Clan Overlord, the Nelson Tribe has already started intensifying their propaganda efforts because the frontline warriors desperately need such hope, otherwise, no one knows how long they can hold on.

In the midst of high anticipation... Mr. Sun’s march was slow. Mr. Sun was impatient, as he had already gotten used to traveling thousands of miles in the Eight Desolations World with just a thought, using Breaking Void. Now, leading the Nelson Tribe’s elite troops, mounted on tamed Behemoths, they could gallop... 1500 miles a day! For the warriors of the Nelson Tribe, this is already a swift speed, but Mr. Sun feels like he’s crawling at a snail’s pace.

It is a full 20,000 miles from the Sacred Temple to the Heaven and Earth Gorge! When Mr. Sun’s patience was almost exhausted, he finally saw the ravine filled with the flesh, blood and souls of both tribes.

It looks more like the riverbed of a dried-up Great River, winding across the earth, with high ridges on both sides, and a drop of more than ten feet from top to bottom. The ravine is an average of ten miles wide, and the bottom is flat, making it very suitable for deploying armies for battle.

The Nelson Tribe’s army numbers 140,000, all modified warriors, stationed on their side of the ravine, using the bones and spines of Behemoths and giant fish to build their barracks. On the side facing the ravine, sharp Beast Bones protrude in disorder, forming a defense like deer antlers - on them hang some broken corpses of the Guest Clan members.

As Mr. Sun’s team appeared in their line of sight, the entire camp became noisy, and then successive cheers erupted, alerting the Guest Clan’s camp on the other side of the bank. The camp gates immediately opened, ten units set out, went down to the bottom of the ravine, and began to shout and provoke for a fight.

"What kind of vanquisher? There is only one Overlord in my Guest Clan."

"The Nelson Tribe’s dogs and pigs have found a substitute."

"A real Overlord will crush his head with one hand!"

In the Guest Clan’s camp, a monster is indulging in a lion-like beast. His body has almost been completely replaced by various Behemoth organs; his sharp claws effortlessly tear open the tough skin of his prey, and proceed to drink the beast’s blood like wine. Then, he eats from different parts of the prey in an orderly manner. The most tender part - the beast’s brain - must be saved for last, as it’s his favorite part.