Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 173: Battle of Giants

His eyes betrayed it all—today, Wen Ran understood that his fate was sealed, and suffering would be his constant companion in this world. Xiao Mo, trembling in his arms, was not only afraid of the beasts but of the deeper, more terrifying truth that hung in the air. She feared that today, she would be nothing more than a sacrifice. Yet, the way Wen Ran held her close, his grip firm and unwavering, confused the little rabbit. For the first time, it felt as if he wouldn't let go, as if he would protect her no matter what.

She looked up at his face from below, seeing an expression twisted with something darker than fear. His eyes, however, betrayed no such emotion. They were sharp and determined, the gaze of a warrior who had resolved himself to survive, to emerge victorious no matter the cost.

Wen Ran suppressed his spiritual energy, ensuring that to the beasts around him, he appeared as nothing more than a mortal man. Xiao Mo's aura, though, was beyond his control. With her strength at the Spirit Refinement stage, the beasts would likely dismiss her as insignificant, unwilling to view her as a threat to their territory. She would be overlooked, for now.

"Stay still and do exactly as I say," Wen Ran murmured, his voice steady despite the storm brewing within him. His heart was steeled, his mind unwavering. His gaze never wavered from the beasts ahead of him. "Soon, the others will fall from the sky. When they do, we run. If we get separated, don't stop—get as far away as you can. This place will become a battlefield. When the chaos reaches its peak…"

His eyes flickered to a particular beast—an imposing white tiger. It lay sprawled lazily, its eyes barely acknowledging him, as if he was no more than an afterthought, unworthy of attention.

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"I'll come back for you, tiger," Wen Ran's voice was calm, though his mind hummed with a ruthless determination. That tiger, the one whose heart and blood he needed for the Vile Pill his master had requested, was right there. From disaster to opportunity, he thought to himself. Perhaps his life wasn't so bad after all. Yet, deep down, a darker thought lingered, one tinged with annoyance. How could the old man forget to mention that the beast was at the Nascent Soul stage? Without tricks, without a stroke of luck, how could anyone hope to defeat such a creature?

Before he could dwell on it further, the sky shattered with a piercing cry—a sharp, echoing screech that reverberated across the land. A golden monkey was locked in combat with a massive roc, both fighting for dominance, each believing Wen Ran to be some sort of treasure.

The roc let out a deafening shriek, "SKREEEEEEAAH!" The very air itself seemed to bend and twist under the force of the sound. With a powerful thrust of its massive wings, the beast struck, creating a shockwave that split the sky. But the monkey, undeterred, countered with a devastating punch, its golden fist carving through the air like a mountain-shattering force. The two attacks collided with a force so immense it seemed to tear the heavens apart—BOOOOOM!

The clash sent shockwaves through the land, stirring the other Nascent Soul beasts from their slumber. Their eyes flared with fury, the very territory they ruled being disrespected by these invaders. It was a challenge they would not tolerate. Some beasts glanced at each other, their killing intent palpable, as though sensing the opportunity for an overlord to rise from the chaos.

Wen Ran seized the moment, darting forward with lightning speed. He threw himself and Xiao Mo behind a massive rock, their breath ragged as they huddled, hidden in the shadows. It felt as though they had just narrowly escaped death, as if the world itself had been on the verge of crushing them.

"ROOOOAAARRRR!"

The roar of the beasts tore through the air, shaking the very earth beneath them. The dozen or so beasts gathered, ready for battle, their eyes burning with fury. It was a challenge, and they would not stand idly by while these invaders threatened their territory. Some exchanged glances, their gaze sharp and deadly, as if the time had come to see who among them would emerge as the true overlord.

Both the golden monkey and the roc staggered back, their eyes blazing with fury. They glared at one another, each one seething with rage. The audacity of the other beasts had cost them their treasure, and now their pride burned brighter than ever. With a fierce roar, the golden monkey expanded, growing to an immense size, its body rippling with power as it reached a towering fifty meters. Its muscular arms stretched wide, and its golden fur shimmered as the beast claimed the battlefield as its own. "ROOOAAARRR!" The roar shook the heavens, a challenge to all who dared stand against it. It was a declaration of supremacy, an attempt to suppress the other beasts in a show of overwhelming strength.

Yet, suppression was not a simple matter when dealing with beasts of the same caliber. A small, seemingly insignificant yellow frog, crackling with surging electricity, sneered at the monkey's attempt to dominate. Its body flickered, disappearing in an instant as it vanished into the air, leaving behind only the faintest trace of lightning in its wake.

The frog moved with terrifying speed, a blur of yellow as it streaked toward the monkey. With an unholy crack of power, it slammed into the monkey's chest, sending the massive beast flying backward. The impact struck the already battered cliff, causing rocks to plummet down around the monkey like an avalanche. The debris buried the beast beneath a crushing weight, but the golden monkey was no pushover. With a roar of defiance, the monkey unleashed a wave of spiritual energy, its golden aura flaring as it pushed against the rocks. A shockwave exploded outward, shattering the falling debris and sending a dust storm rippling through the air.

The monkey's spiritual attack shot toward the frog like a beam of pure energy. The frog twisted in midair, barely managing to dodge the brunt of the blow. But the force was too great. The frog's body rippled with energy as it summoned a spiritual pond, a shimmering blue vortex that materialized behind it in the blink of an eye. The frog leapt into the water, vanishing beneath its surface like a fish slipping into a lake.

From within its watery sanctuary, the frog began firing water cannons—high-pressure blasts of spiritual water aimed directly at the golden monkey. The streams of water were sharp, concentrated, and filled with the weight of the frog's nascent soul energy. The blasts surged forward, their power enough to pierce through the monkey's golden hide.

But the roc, observing the clash, spread its vast wings with a thunderous flap. The force of the wind generated by its wings tore through the battlefield, sending a hurricane of wind toward the frog's domain. The winds collided with the water blasts, the force of the collision shattering the water into vapor. The golden mist created by the shattered water hung thick in the air, swirling in every direction, blinding all who were caught within its embrace.

As the chaos unfolded, a roar erupted from the white tiger, a sound so powerful that it could split the earth itself. With blinding speed, the tiger shot from its resting place, its massive form charging through the air. It locked onto a nearby crane, its prey. The crane, having no inkling of the attack, was caught off guard. Before it could even react, the tiger's colossal paw—infused with nascent soul power—slammed into it with a force that shattered the air. The crane was sent hurtling across the battlefield, its body a mangled mess as it collided with the golden monkey, which had only just regained its footing.

The golden monkey, with a swift motion, summoned a massive pillar of golden light from its hands. The pillar manifested into a solid, almost tangible weapon of pure spiritual energy, glowing with the might of the Nascent Soul stage. With a deafening roar, the monkey swung the pillar with unyielding strength, sending the crane flying once again. This time, the crane was flung straight into the frog's domain, crashing into the pond with a sickening thud.

The crane's broken body hit the water's surface with a heavy splash. The pond trembled, its surface rippling violently as the mangled corpse of the crane landed in front of the frog. Its final breath was a gurgling, pitiful sound as it lay lifeless in the waters, its once majestic wings now torn and broken.

The first beast to fall in the battle was from the larger team—the one that had made the boldest claim for dominance. The sight of the crane's broken form sent shockwaves through the battlefield. The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the chaotic energy of the fight reached a fever pitch. As the dust settled, the other beasts roared in fury, their territorial instincts now fully awakened. The stage had been set for an all-out war, and the tides of battle had shifted—no one could predict who would emerge victorious from this deadly conflict.