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Chapter 789 [788] The Prince's Wrath

Five minutes later.

"Bang!"

Cheng Han descended from the sky, landing steadily, creating a web of cracks under his feet.

This was because the impact force had been transferred to the ground.

Upon closer inspection, the cracks were shaped like ram horns.

This indicated a very high level of control, and it was also deliberately leaving traces.

Cheng Han did not continue forward, but looked at the totem pole.

This place was only one kilometer away from the tribe, and the totem pole could be clearly seen.

This huge wooden pillar was located on top of a hill.

Wooden houses of various sizes were built around the totem pole, with the higher-status Qingyang people living closer to the totem pole.

The lower half of the totem pole was painted with many ram horn-like patterns in blue paint.

The upper half of the totem pole was carved with a pattern using relief techniques, and the surface was painted a bright emerald green.

That was – a thorny vine covered with thorns.

Cheng Han murmured softly, "Is this the origin of the 'Thorn Tribe'?"

The name of this tribe was indeed – Thorn.

In addition.

There was another point worth noting.

The ram horn patterns looked somewhat mottled and unclear, with the paint peeling off in many places, or the color of the paint becoming quite dull.

This was the result of long-term wind and rain, and the passage of time.

However, the paint on the thorn pattern looked as if it had just been applied, with not a trace of fading, and not even dust on the surface.

Without a doubt.

This was due to extraordinary power.

A glimmer of light flashed in Cheng Han's eyes, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly: "This is actually an inherited mystic art item, how interesting!"

He saw at a glance that the totem pole contained a mystic art that controlled thorns.

Of course.

According to the Qingyang tribe, it was the power of the totem.

Cheng Han took a few glances and commented, "Compared to the mystic seals of the Wanhao tribe, the refinement of the power of the totem is indeed much inferior."

In recent months.

He had traveled to many small worlds and contacted several alien races, and only then did he deeply realize how remarkable the mystic art system established by the ancestors of the Wanhao tribe was.

Compared to many races.

The physical fitness of ordinary people in the Wanhao tribe could be described as "weak".

Yet they had nine God-Emperors and became a well-known and powerful clan, and this set of mystic art system was indispensable.

At this moment.

Cheng Han stared at the giant pillar for a few seconds, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly: "I understand!"

His gaze flickered and looked at the sky above the tribe.

Two black birds were circling back and forth above the tribe.

One of their wings would twitch towards this side from time to time.

This was undoubtedly a way of warning.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

A clear cry came from the sky.

Cheng Han smiled slightly and muttered, "The moment for the prince to appear has arrived."

After saying that.

A strange fluctuation surged within him.

This was the power of the totem.

After taking a few glances just now, he had already deciphered the mystery, not only completely mastering the power of the totem, but also taking it to a higher level.

No.

Not just one level.

But several levels.

Cheng Han slowly raised his right hand, making a "virtual grip" gesture.

A phantom image of a thorn condensed from the palm of his hand.

However, the phantom was relatively blurry, and the shape was not stable, fluctuating from time to time.

This was a defect of the tribe's inherited power of the totem.

But that didn't matter.

Cheng Han's mind moved, and he slightly adjusted the extraordinary power.

The thorn phantom stopped fluctuating, and the image became much clearer.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

The bird's cry became more urgent.

Obviously.

The black bird instinctively sensed the danger.

Cheng Han did not hesitate any longer, and directly waved his right arm, making a throwing gesture.

The illusory thorn rapidly rose into the sky, the direction pointing directly at the two black birds.

They were frightened and quickly flapped their wings, swooping down at the fastest speed.

However.

It was too late.

The thorn suddenly flickered, and strangely split into two, and each one's shape appeared as a "spear".

This was actually a thorn spear.

The two spears flashed past, accurately hitting the black birds.

The latter's body stiffened, and their bodies could no longer move an inch.

Countless slender thorn threads appeared out of thin air, drilling into their bodies.

One second later.

They were covered in thorns, and became thorn birds.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The thorn birds vigorously flapped their wings, and actually flew again.

Below.

The small square around the totem pole.

A large cry of alarm rang out.

Just now, a group of Qingyang people heard the warning and poured out, and happened to see this scene.

They thought that the black bird would be killed, but they did not expect it to turn into a thorn bird.

This was the power of the totem beyond their understanding.

At this time.

Cheng Han raised his head and chest, and decisively shouted:

"I.

"Mu Zhi.

"Have returned from death!"

Every word, like a thunderbolt from the sky, floated into the tribe, clearly reaching the ears of every Qingyang person.

After that.

A change occurred.

"Buzz!"

The towering totem pole suddenly resonated.

Every thorn pattern on the surface of the giant pillar emitted a faint green light.

After a while.

The change became bigger.

The thorn patterns actually seemed to come alive, slowly wriggling, as if they were about to extend out from the giant pillar.

Cheng Han immediately noticed this scene, and could not help but exclaim "Huh".

This was an unexpected scene.

He immediately realized: "This should be the totem pole sensing a considerable amount of pure totem power, and spontaneously producing resonance."

Cheng Han chuckled: "The totem pole is the spiritual symbol of the tribe, this kind of anomaly is the highest level of recognition, and also the recognition of the prince's revenge."

He was also a little proud in his heart: "Even a God General would not be able to do this if his understanding of the field of life was not deep enough."

The totem pole was the sacred object of the Qingyang tribe, and naturally had a mysterious connection with the spirit of the Qingyang people, and it was impossible to respond to the response of an alien race.

This was enough to show that his transformation method was very clever.

Even the totem pole was deceived, completely treating him as one of their own.

On the small square.

A group of Qingyang people were all stunned.

Because in the past few decades, the totem pole had never shown such a vision.

An invisible split immediately followed.

Some of the Qingyang people, seeing that the Second Elder's line had successfully taken over, and the Great Elder was dead beyond resurrection, had already defaulted to the result in their hearts.

But Mu Zhi's strange appearance, and the totem pole's subsequent manifestation, caused a serious shake in their hearts.

The other part of the Qingyang people were the Second Elder's loyal followers, and also participated in the battle to encircle and suppress the Great Elder's faction, and had no way to retreat.

Faced with the vision of the totem pole, their faces were very ugly.

This scene was simply announcing to the Qingyang people of the entire tribe: the totem pole did not recognize their behavior, and even less recognized the Second Elder's succession.

On the other side.

Cheng Han muttered, "Since it is the prince's revenge, of course we must kill people fiercely!"

He glanced at the thorn bird and issued a command with his mind: "Let them taste the prince's anger!"

"Chirp!"

The cry became louder.

The two thorn birds turned their direction and swooped down towards the crowd.

Cheng Han glanced at the giant pillar again, and suddenly had an idea: "This thing has accumulated a lot of power, these Qingyang people don't know how to use it, then I won't be polite."

"Buzz!"

The totem pole shook again.

The faint light emitted by the thorn pattern became even greater.

The next moment.

Countless light spots rose up and instantly condensed into two light thorn birds, directly pouncing on a group of Qingyang people.

Cheng Han chuckled: "The totem pole is helping this prince take revenge, I see which Qingyang person dares to resist."

Completely as expected.

The appearance of the light thorn bird made the cry of alarm even louder.

Many Qingyang people retreated repeatedly, putting on an attitude of not participating in this matter.

Even some of the Second Elder's cronies were deeply shaken.

Fighting the totem pole completely violated their faith.

A few seconds later.

Four thorn birds swept towards a burly man from different directions.

This person was the Second Elder.

The horns on his forehead were thicker than ordinary Qingyang people, and a small amount of mysterious patterns naturally appeared on the surface.

Of course.

A "former" must be added.

This guy's strength was equivalent to a Mystic Warrior of the Wanhao tribe.