Chapter 614

Chapter 614: Saber Teeth vs. Saber Teeth!

"Boom…"

"Boom…"

"Boom…"

The Primordial Earth trembled faintly.

Ripples spread slowly across the etheric pool.

The ether rain curtain shrouded everything; whether the Fantasy Tree of Subspace or any other strange World Tree, all loomed faintly through the shadowy gray deluge of the etheric storm.

Even the mighty "Divine Senses" of deities grew clouded under the dense ether rain curtain.

Only by combining multiple detection methods could one pierce the curtain, cross-referencing with stored memories to identify an opponent.

Yet unfortunately…

These Giant Spirit Gods lacked multiple detection methods.

They’d never encountered their foe before.

So for now, the creatures remained hidden—audible yet unseen.

"Enough!"

"Useless directionally challenged fools!"

"Scram now!"

The Giant Spirit Gods cursed angrily.

The "Outer Predators: Fang Tribe" fled as if pardoned, snapping open false wings to leap between Fantasy Trees of Subspace, vanishing in moments.

"Now!"

"Show yourself!"

"Arrogant fools! You who claim the title ‘Tyrant’!?"

"Prove your worth!"

They roared taunts and curses.

One Giant Spirit God even scraped at the Primal Mud with its foot, turning its rear toward the "arrogant one’s" suspected location and hurling clumps of muck there.

This, perhaps, was how Giant Spirit Gods expressed contempt and asserted dominance.

No answer came.

Even the rumbling tremors ceased.

Only the white noise of falling ether rain filled the void between primordial realms.

But the Giant Spirit Gods stayed vigilant.

This uncanny silence bred crushing, suffocating pressure—heavier than any god could bear.

Their battle instincts screamed: something savage and powerful watched from shadows. A predator’s gaze swept over them, sizing up prey.

Malice hung thick, dissecting them, laying bare every secret within and without!

"You, I recognized."

"However, in this world that seemed to have been illuminated by ‘BBC satellite lasers,’ your satellites were truly absurd!"

The fellow in front of Trilobite was the "Primordial Crocodile."

This name sounded like some giant ancient crocodile.

However, that was not the case…

They had no connection to crocodiles at all; they were neither true dragons nor lizard-like creatures, but beings from the archosaurs.

They were mistakenly identified by paleontologists as a type of ancient land crocodile, which led to their name.

Later, their true name became…

"Biarmosuchus tener," also known as the Barmosaurus.

The Barmosaurus of the suborder Barmosaurus.

Barmosaurus fossils did exist, but their size was much smaller than that of the "Primordial Crocodile"; many paleontologists believed that the Primordial Crocodile was the adult form of Barmosaurus, and the two species were actually synonymous.

But no matter how you looked at it, why would every archosaur be associated with ‘crocodiles,’ when they clearly had no connection to them at all…

I wonder what the namer was thinking.

In any case, large creatures from the Permian and Triassic periods didn’t necessarily include dragons in their names to truly mean dragons, nor did those with ‘crocodiles’ actually refer to them; but those with ‘beasts’ in their names definitely referred to beasts.

As for this Barmosaurus…

In Earth’s true history, it was excavated from the Middle Permian strata in eastern Russia.

Its length could reach up to 2.5 meters, roughly the same size as the average tiger today.

Regarding their appearance…

Trilobite couldn’t really blame the early paleontologists for mistakenly identifying them as terrestrial crocodiles.

Its somewhat upright limbs and not-so-short tail shared a similar feel to the later Cybosaurus types.

Although they didn’t demonstrate "full uprightness," their legs were quite long, suggesting they were animals capable of rapid running.

Of course, as members of archosaurs, the Barmosaurus also possessed characteristics that distinguished them from terrestrial crocodiles; this might have been their formidable weapon—fangs!

Their massive fangs broke through the cover of their upper lip, glaringly exposed, revealed their killing intent and dominance to any arrogant one attempting to challenge their status as top predators!

In terms of length, those fearsome fangs had already reached saber teeth standards.

The saber teeth instant kill style had already begun to show signs in the Middle Permian!

"This time, it was saber teeth against saber teeth!"

"But…"

Trilobite cautiously observed.

Although, with his resolution, it was somewhat difficult to see the saber teeth, he could still utilize his olfactory sense and hearing, along with various perceptions similar to a "magnetic field"; Trilobite could still judge the opponent’s weapon.

He could also assess what posed the greatest threat to him…

In fact, it wasn’t the saber teeth after all.

"The most terrifying aspect was their size and numbers."

"This group probably consisted of three brothers?"

"If they were standard Barmosaurus, I wouldn’t have worried much."

"I wouldn’t have minded ten of them."

"The problem was these three were absurdly huge."

A 2.5-meter-long Barmosaurus posed no real threat to a 6.5-meter-long saber-toothed Xuanhan Dragon.

Typically, when length doubles, weight increases five to sixfold.

That’s like the weight difference between tigers and wolves or coyotes; nothing to fear. Even thirty wouldn’t stand a chance against me.

But these weren’t normal "2.5-meter" Barmosaurus—they were "heavy Barmosaurus" dosed with growth serum, stretching four meters long!

Size doesn’t scale simply.

Bones and muscles must thicken proportionally too.

So these "heavy Barmosaurus" were just as sturdy.

Their saber teeth had also grown thicker.

In a one-on-one fight, Trilobite wouldn’t back down. He’d charge straight in! His hunting skills guaranteed he’d lock the "heavy Barmosaurus" throat before it could use its saber teeth.

But three arrived together.

One careless slash from those saber teeth meant a deadly wound—any predator would dread that.

"Time to hunt like a true predator!"

"Hrrrrrr…"

Trilobite rumbled as he advanced slowly.

—-

"Boom—rumble rumble rumble!"

The deep roar rolled like thunder across the ether rain curtain.

"Swoosh—!"

"Crash!"

The ether storm trembled under the terrifying rumble, scattering etheric liquid droplets through the air!

Louder than thunderous footsteps, this roar grew even more dreadful!

A suffocating pressure descended, crushing both the deities’ hearing and their Souls.

To the Giant Spirit Gods, it felt like witnessing an unstoppable calamity surging toward them.

Fear nailed their helpless selves in place, paralyzing all resistance.

Finally, the most volatile and unstable Giant Spirit God snapped!

"Show yourself!"

"Enough hiding!"

"I know you’re there!"

"Right there!"

"Roooar—!"

They glimpsed a figure quivering behind the ether rain curtain.

Flickering in and out of sight.

"Charge—!"

"Graaah—!"

"Boom—! Boom—!"

"Boom—! Boom—!"

With their battle cry, the furious Giant Spirit Gods plunged through the rain curtain toward the hazy silhouette.

Their two companions, equally enraged, believed their ally had spotted the trickster enemy. Roaring, they charged after them.

Yet upon arrival, they found:

"Whoosh… whoosh…"

Only a slender Fantasy Tree of Subspace swaying wildly in the storm.

Its erratic movements struck the ether rain curtain, creating illusions in the near-zero visibility.

"Damn it!"

"Raaagh—!"

The furious Giant Spirit Gods battered the deceptive tree with massive forelimbs.

Pummeling it brought no relief.

Until…

"Grooowl—!"

"Crack—!"

They snapped the hapless Fantasy Tree clean in half!

"Huff… huff…"

Catching their breath after the outburst, the Giant Spirit Gods prepared to resume hunting the Giant God.

But then they discovered a soul-chilling truth—one of their trio had vanished without a trace!

The rearmost companion had evaporated within the ether rain curtain.

No…

Not evaporated.

Evidence remained!

"Hsss…"

Trembling, they backtracked to find divine blood swirling across the ground. Diluted by the etheric storm, it flowed into rushing ether streams.

This marked the kill zone!

"How…?"

"Impossible!"

"Not a single sound…"

Terrified by this silent slaughter, the Giant Spirit Gods pressed back-to-back, abandoning reckless charges.

Then…

"Ruuuumble…"

A deep roar like rolling thunder crashed against their ears—and their already fragile Souls!

—-

"Tch…"

"Those primitive archosaurs from the early Permian? Pathetic!"

"Thud—!"

Trilobite’s massive foot crushed the Heavy Barmosaurus corpse.

Its eyes stared wide in frozen shock—snuffed out before fear could register.

The body bore almost no wounds.

Only the fatal strike: a saber-tooth puncture through the neck, blood long dried at the wound.