At this moment, as the chaotic tides of the world blurred all discernible patterns, and each faction could only scheme for their own gains,
the Southern Territory Mountains in the Northern Cold Region remained serene, untouched by even the slightest ripple,
because the Wolf Pack had truly sealed itself off. The vast Fortune Formation not only shielded the headquarters from exotic beasts but completely obscured it from the outside world.
All factions of the exotic beasts obediently continued to occupy their respective territories.
In this period of recuperation and regeneration, almost every hour, there was an air of successful transformation as new species ascended, and every few days, a new Ancestral Species would emerge.
Ancestral Species!
It must be noted that this level was already the pinnacle of combat ability.
