Godly Revival System: I Buy My Killer's Stats Chapter 614: Void Feral Demons

As soon as Ethan asked him to stand, Golden Horn didn’t waste a single mont.

"All Stonehorn Bulls gather in front of the Stone Hall."

With a thunderous stomp, his voice echoed throughout the Stonehorn Bull Mountain, carrying the might of a Peak Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.

The command was absolute.

Within minutes, powerful auras descended one after another. From Foundation Establishnt Realm warriors to Golden Core Realm elites, and even the Nascent Soul Realm Minotaurs—everyone gathered outside the Stone Hall.

Since it was currently night, all the Minotaurs were within the tribe, and as soon as they heard their chief’s mighty voice, they hurriedly rushed and gathered outside the Stone Hall.

But only one person was missing, and it was none other than Diamond Horn—Golden Horn’s wife and the only Quasi–Soul Transformation Realm Minotaur in the tribe.

At first, the gathered Minotaurs were confused. Then they felt it.

The pressure. The sheer, overwhelming aura radiating from Golden Horn.

"C-Chief...?"

"Th-this aura...!"

"Nascent Soul Realm...?!"

Shock rippled through the hall like a violent wave.

Golden Horn stood tall, his posture straight and dignified, his presence no longer restrained. The bottleneck that had shackled him for decades was gone—completely shattered.

"I have broken through," Golden Horn declared, his voice steady and resonant. "I am now at the Peak Nascent Soul Realm."

Hearing Golden Horn’s words, everyone was montarily shocked and remained silent for a brief mont.

Then—

"MOOO—!"

The entire Stone Hall erupted.

Excitent, disbelief, joy, and pride flooded every Minotaur’s face. Many of them trembled as their eyes turned red—not with rage, but with emotion.

"Our Chief broke through!"

"The Stonehorn Bull Tribe will rise!"

"We finally have another Nascent Soul Realm powerhouse close to the Quasi–Soul Transformation Realm!"

So Minotaurs even dropped to one knee out of instinct.

And then Golden Horn did sothing that stunned them even more.

He turned and knelt right in front of Ethan.

"Supre God," Golden Horn said solemnly, his head lowered. "These are my people. Please allow them to pay their respects to you."

The Stone Hall went deathly silent.

Every Minotaur followed Golden Horn’s gaze—and their eyes landed on Ethan.

At first, there was confusion.

A human?

But then they rembered everything.

The Spirit Stones.

The mine.

The sudden rise of the tribe.

And now—their Chief’s impossible breakthrough.

Realisation struck them like lightning, thanks to the miraculous power of the God Essence that indirectly established a connection between Ethan and the Minotaurs standing outside the Stone Hall.

One by one... then all at once—

’Boom!’

’Boom!’

’Boom!’

The entire Stone Hall shook as hundreds—no, thousands—of Stonehorn Bulls knelt.

"Paying respects to the Supre God!"

The voices rged into one thunderous roar, and the way they looked at Ethan had completely changed.

It was no longer curiosity or caution. It was the sa look Golden Horn had when he looked at Ethan.

It was reverence, faith, and absolute belief—and even Ethan felt it clearly.

A massive surge of loyalty and devotion, far purer and heavier than before.

If he hadn’t stopped Golden Horn right then, the Old Minotaur would have imdiately announced a grand celebratory ceremony—one that would shake the entire Feral Mountain Realm.

"That’s enough," Ethan said calmly.

Golden Horn froze, then nodded imdiately. "As you command, Supre God."

The Minotaurs dispersed soon after, their excitent barely contained, whispers spreading like wildfire throughout the tribe.

Only Ethan and Golden Horn returned to the inner Stone Hall.

As they walked side by side, Ethan finally voiced the question that had been lingering in his mind.

"Golden Horn," Ethan asked casually, "if you don’t mind... where is your wife right now?"

Golden Horn didn’t seem surprised by the question.

"My wife, Diamond Horn, is busy with sothing important," he replied honestly. "She was dealing with so annoying matters and won’t be able to return until morning."

"Huh?" Ethan raised his brows.

With a cultivation of Quasi–Soul Transformation Realm, Diamond Horn was nearly an invincible existence in a Void Secret Realm like the Feral Mountain Realm. Yet sothing that required attention from soone like her made Ethan curious.

"I think the Supre God still lacks knowledge about the Feral Mountain Realm."

Sensing Ethan’s expression, Golden Horn guessed that Ethan was clearly interested.

So, he started explaining the Feral Mountain Realm.

"As the Supre God knows, there are three Feral Mountains in this Void Secret Realm. That is why it is called the Feral Mountain Realm, and each mountain is occupied by a Feral Tribal Race."

Suddenly, Golden Horn beca serious.

"However, other than these three races, there is another race in this realm—and they are called the Void Feral Demons."

"Even the weakest Void Feral Demon has the strength of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, and the scariest part is that they always roam in groups, devouring any lifeform they encounter."

"Moreover, they are especially active during the night, and their prowess is boosted by darkness."

"If not for the barrier protecting the Feral Mountains—and my wife stopping those Void Feral Demons from destroying it—we would have long since perished. The sa applies to the other two tribes."

"What?"

Ethan already knew there was so kind of danger outside the mountain—especially at night. That was why it was strictly forbidden for anyone to leave the mountain after sunset.

However, what he didn’t expect was that these so-called Void Feral Demons had a minimum strength of the Nascent Soul Realm—and their group attacks made Ethan unconsciously sweat.

’And here I was thinking of leaving the mountain to explore the realm.’

During his stay in the Stonehorn Bull Tribe, Ethan had thought many tis about exploring the area outside the mountain.

He had even considered venturing out at night.

’Looks like this Feral Mountain Realm might be small, but the power level here is terrifying.’

This was his new appraisal of the Feral Mountain Realm after listening to Golden Horn.

’Wait a second... since they are called Demons, why can’t I...?’

Suddenly, Ethan thought of sothing that made his eyes light up.

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A/N: Phew...finally released five Chapters today. I just want so sleep....and so gifts if you can spare.