Chapter 692: 300 Rounds, No Victor Decided

At that moment, no one could understand the despair and fury in Sam's heart. He wouldn't have transformed into a wild, mutated state and revealed his true Behemoth form if he hadn't been driven to the brink of rage.

The Behemoth Clan had disappeared for hundreds of years, their population struggled to multiply, always living in primal jungles.

Sam, an ambitious member of the Behemoth Clan, had stealthily ventured out from the primal jungle and stepped into the civilized society of humans.

After being baptized and influenced by human civilization, he returned to his clan, took away most of his people, and after decades of silent operation, biding his time.

In the Thousand Mile Gobi, they covertly built the Doomsday Army base. Two years ago, ready with everything in place, coinciding with troubles in Beiming, Sam promptly seized the opportunity to unfurl their flag of rebellion

Since then, the Doomsday Army Organization officially rose and thrived uncontrollably.