Chapter 0350: Have They All Hidden Away?

“Chaos Prime Beast!”
“Wind-Flame Dragon Scale!”
When the Four-Clawed Demon Crow realized that it was the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale that had launched a soul attack on it, it was initially shocked, but soon its beastly face lit up with joy as its two dark eyes gleamed with intense light.
The Wind-Flame Dragon Scale, upon seeing the Demon Crow’s expression, actually laughed.
So this four-clawed bird actually wanted to devour it?!
Both beasts were elite divine mutated prime beasts. However, on the surface, the Four-Clawed Demon Crow seemed stronger than the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale—after all, the latter had only recently advanced. But the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale was the king of Chaos Prime Beasts, and with its wind-based “Speed,” in their fierce battle, the Four-Clawed Demon Crow fearfully found itself at a disadvantage.
“Master, let me keep this four-clawed bird as practice,” the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale said when it saw the Yellow Dragon about to act. It had just ascended to an elite divine being and wanted to test its strength.
Indeed, the Yellow Dragon had originally planned to summon the eight elite divine mutated prime beasts from the Group of Immortals Pavilion. But after hearing the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale’s words, he changed his mind and stopped. It was good so; he had just used his divine sense to check and found no other members of the Lu Ning family within hundreds of thousands of miles, so he wasn’t worried that the noise here would attract them. Still, as a precaution, he kept his divine sense scanning the surroundings.
Seeing that the Yellow Dragon wasn’t attacking, the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale was overjoyed. But it also knew that time was crucial during the trials on the island, so it couldn’t delay too long. Thus, it unleashed all its hidden unique attack techniques.
Flames erupted all over its body, shooting into the sky. As it moved at incredible speed, wind blades swept through the area, turning everything into dust.
“Master, done!” After a while, when the Four-Clawed Demon Crow let out a pained cry and fell back from the sky, the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale brushed aside its slightly disheveled fur with its dragon claws and smiled as it ended the attack.
Seeing this, the Yellow Dragon walked over, patted the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale, and joked, “Stop being so proud, Zerom. I didn’t expect you to hide your skills from me last time. You were really impressive in that fierce battle—your hide is really thick, huh?” He said this while touching the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale’s fur.
The Wind-Flame Dragon Scale quickly shook its head and said with a wry smile, “Master, please spare me. No matter how thick my hide is, it can’t withstand your million mutated prime beasts scratching me.”
The Yellow Dragon smiled and said nothing more, then walked over to the Four-Clawed Demon Crow.
The Four-Clawed Demon Crow lay on the ground, breathing weakly, its dark eyes half-open.

“Did you go too far?” Huang Long muttered. If Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx had been even more forceful, the Four-Clawed Demon Crow might really have died.
Seeing this, Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx smiled apologetically, “An error, an error. But with you here, master, no matter how badly the Four-Clawed Demon Crow is injured, it won’t be a problem.” What Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx said was true—no matter how severe the injuries, the Four-Clawed Demon Crow wouldn’t survive against Huang Long. Of course, his words also served to flatter Huang Long.
Huang Long shook his head and smiled. So this kid thought he could act so recklessly just because he was there?
Huang Long channeled the divine energy within him, waved his hands, and a beam of divine energy enveloped the severely injured Four-Clawed Demon Crow. Its wounds began to heal at a visibly rapid pace. After a while, the barely alive Four-Clawed Demon Crow’s breathing gradually stabilized.
At that moment, Huang Long retracted the divine energy and launched a soul attack, instantly breaking through the creature’s soul defenses. Using the method of imprinting his divine consciousness, he placed restrictions directly in its mind. Only after doing all this did Huang Long bring the Four-Clawed Demon Crow back to the Immortals Pavilion.
From then on, among the million mutated primordial beasts, there would be one more supreme divine mutated primordial beast.
Nine supreme divine mutated primordial beasts!
“Let’s go—let’s head over to that golden lion now,” Huang Long said, his gaze drifting southeast, where, tens of thousands of miles away, another supreme divine mutated primordial beast lay.
This incident made Huang Long change his mind; he decided to capture all these supreme divine mutated primordial beasts on the island first.
“Hehe, master, we’ve captured this four-clawed bird. Look, you’ll get a reward when you complete your trial. Can you give me a reward too?” Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx ran over to Huang Long with a grin, seeking praise.
Huang Long turned to him, smiling broadly, “Then tell me, what reward do you want?” After saying that, he patted Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx’s fur in a “not-so-friendly” manner, scaring the latter into trembling violently. “No, no, master! I was just joking. It’s my duty as Zerom to serve you. How dare I ask for a reward? Right, master?”
Huang Long nodded and smiled, “That’s much better.” Then, with a hearty laugh, he rode on Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx toward the golden lion, while the latter wore a pained expression, looking as if his life was full of hardships.
On the trial island, it seemed only Huang Long had the leisure to joke around with Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx while undergoing his own trials. Everyone else was cautious, fighting desperately.
Of course, along the way to the golden lion, Huang Long didn’t spare any primordial beasts he encountered.

These are all points from his trials. Along the way, Huang Long and Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx cooperated—using either soul attacks or their 1,008 clones—to defeat these primal beasts without much resistance, sending them straight into the Five Pits Divine Cauldron. “Master, this Golden Lion is incredibly strong!” Before long, Huang Long and Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx finally encountered that superior divine mutated primal beast, the Golden Lion. Just looking at it, Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx swallowed hard in awe. “Look, Master, did you summon that million mutated primal beasts? I can’t handle this,” Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx said apologetically to Huang Long. “Oh, you can’t handle this Golden Lion?” Huang Long asked with a smile, “Who said we could defeat it just like that four-clawed bird and make it lie on the ground unable to get up? And who said we’d knock it down so I could reward you with some ‘delicious’ treats?” By “delicious treats,” he meant the elixirs he had crafted—elixirs that were even highly tempting to Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx, a Chaos Primal Beast. Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx’s face turned red as he straightened up. “Who said I can’t handle this Golden Lion? I was just joking, that’s all.” “Oh, really?” Huang Long smiled. “That Golden Lion is coming over!” As soon as Huang Long spoke, the Golden Lion spotted him and Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx hiding nearby. It roared and flew toward them. Coming over?! Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx also roared in anger, his body engulfed in flames as he rushed at the Golden Lion. At this point, he had no choice but to fight hard. Huang Long flew to the side, watching with a smile. Up to now, Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx hadn’t encountered any strong opponents, and with his status as a Chaos Primal Beast king, he was rather arrogant. So Huang Long decided to use this opportunity to temper his pride. The strength of this Golden Lion far surpassed that of the four-clawed demon crow—it already had the power of a late-stage level seven being. Sure enough, after a while, despite Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx using all his skills, he was forced to dodge frantically by the Golden Lion’s golden-elemental laws. Fortunately, thanks to his wind-elemental law, “Swift Speed,” he wasn’t injured. “Ugh, Master, I can’t hold on anymore!” Finally, when Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx was struck by the Golden Lion’s golden-elemental laws, he could no longer resist and sought help from Huang Long. Huang Long smiled. “Can’t hold on anymore?” Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx nodded grimly.

Only then did Huang Long take action, summoning the million Mutated Beasts. As soon as they appeared, they covered the sky, plunging the surrounding tens of thousands of miles into darkness. The Golden Lion was utterly panicked. Seizing the opportunity of its confusion, the Wind-Flame Dragon Qilin hid back beside Huang Long, finally breathing a sigh of relief, feeling as if it had survived a disaster.

“Flee?” Seeing the Golden Lion trying to take off in panic, Huang Long sneered coldly. With a thought, he launched a soul attack from the million Mutated Beasts, changing the colors of heaven and earth.

Yet, during this soul attack, the body of the higher-tier divine Mutated Beast, the Golden Lion, trembled violently before stabilizing again and attempting to fly away once more.

Huang Long wasn’t surprised by this.

“I wonder how many times you can hold out?” After saying that, Huang Long ordered the million Mutated Beasts to launch another soul attack. After the third attack, the Golden Lion finally fell from the sky. Upon hitting the ground, its mind buzzed incessantly, and it lost consciousness.

Although this Golden Lion was powerful, it was still not as strong as Spine, the white-haired youth from the Beikal family he had encountered in the Cloud Sea Chaos Palace before.

Huang Long rode the Wind-Flame Dragon Qilin to the Golden Lion’s side and, without hesitation, launched a soul attack, breaking through its mental defenses. He then implanted divine consciousness seals within it, trapping it in the Immortals Pavilion just like the Four-Clawed Demon Crow.

“The second one!” Huang Long thought to himself after trapping the Golden Lion in the Immortals Pavilion.

“Let’s go—toward the Silver-Backed Sky Centipede!” After capturing the Golden Lion, Huang Long glanced in the northeast direction, tens of thousands of miles away. There, in a cave deep in that area, lurked a hundred-foot-long silver-backed centipede. This was the third higher-tier divine Mutated Beast Huang Long was searching for.

Huang Long rode the Wind-Flame Dragon Qilin and rushed off like a streak of green light.

Gradually, half a year passed.

On the Trial Island, by a lake in the north, a massive creature crashed down, causing huge waves to surge across the lake. Soon after, the figure of a red-haired young man appeared—it was Fei De. Holding a top-tier ninth-grade divine sword, he flashed a red light, splitting the beast’s divine body into blood rain. With a casual gesture, he stored its beast crystal in his storage space.

“Thirty-seven thousand eight hundred and thirty already!” Fei De’s gaze was cold.

After half a year of hard work, including the one just now, he had killed over thirty-seven thousand beasts in total. This already surpassed his previous record. Last time, even after half a year on the Trial Island, he had only killed just over thirty-five thousand beasts.

“I wonder how Harris and Spindu are doing. If nothing goes wrong, it seems the first place again will go to me!” Fede chuckled, then frowned. “Strange, it’s been half a year, and we still haven’t encountered that supreme god mutant beast. Could it be that all ten of them are hiding?”