Particle-grade pressure surged in, fierce as wildfire.

It was strong enough to warp Shen Cong's Third Eye Activity wave. The beast's own Activity wave came rolling back at him: just as Shen Cong was scanning it, it was scanning him.

The result was that, a kilometer apart, each of them could see only a warped picture of the other.

Neither could get a clear look.

One thing eased Shen Cong's mind a little: he could feel that the beast's pressure was no stronger than his own. It had barely crossed the line. And when it came to changing the properties of Activity waves, it plainly couldn't match his technique. It was like a child waving a fine sword around.

Shen Cong was a martial artist waving one.

Of course, even a child with a sword is better off than someone with empty hands.

"An evolved beast that's gone through gigantism, even at particle-grade, can't use Activity waves the way I can, not with the biological brain I've evolved." Shen Cong ran the numbers quickly in his head.

Then the particle-grade evolved beast came close enough for him to see it clearly.

It was a horned animal. Its antlers were like a deer's, its face like a horse's, its hooves like an ox's and its tail like a donkey's. Yet taken as a whole it looked like a deer and wasn't one, like a horse and wasn't one, like an ox and wasn't one, like a donkey and wasn't one.

It wasn't all that big—only a hundred meters tall, a hundred and fifty counting the antlers.

The black hair on its head and neck glistened, and the brass-colored hair on its body shone like gold.

It was magnificent.

"Isn't that... a milu?" Shen Cong guessed.

The particle-grade evolved beast in front of him really did look a lot like a mutated milu. Old books call that deer the four-unlike, because it matches four animals and is none of them. In Investiture of the Gods, Jiang Ziya rode one, and it was said to be one of the world's rarest animals, as…