As soon as he opened his eyes, Mo traveled through the cub of a black tiger, being chased by the whole forest, and was carried by his mother in the heavy rain as he ran for his life.
When he was about to die, he awakened his devouring talent and killed the golden eagle cub to survive.
As I licked my wounds in the morning, I tasted the curse in my own blood.
——It turns out that the Black Tiger bloodline is a disaster, and all the forest beasts are chasing us.
I swallowed the bloody fluff in my throat, and the roar of the beast in the distance was approaching.
[The Devouring Evolution System is activated! Use all sentient beings as fuel to ignite the road to evolution!
Strength? Agile? Defense? Every devouring is a gamble of life and death, every evolution is dancing on the edge of the abyss! …
The ink stands on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, the mysterious black hair is bathed in blood, and the amber vertical pupils burn through the wind and snow.
"The tiger's roar points to the corpses of gods!"
