Let's start by analyzing the sun

Half an hour later.

Cheng Han "forcibly demolished" the second medium-sized tribe.

The method of forced demolition was very simple.

"Boom!"

A super thorny vine, five hundred meters long and twenty meters thick, burst out of the ground, towering like a giant pillar at the edge of the tribe.

The entire tribe immediately experienced an earthquake.

A large number of houses cracked, and cracks appeared on the surface of the roads.

At that moment.

The Great Elder of the tribe looked at this scene, his eyes filled with shock.

In his opinion.

This was definitely a power far beyond the limit of a totem venerable.

The word "Totem King" instantly popped into the Great Elder's head.

Subsequently.

The super thorny vine tilted at an angle and began to slowly fall, its direction pointing towards the totem pole in the center of the tribe.

The Great Elder didn't hesitate for even a second before making a decision - escape!

He didn't want the tribe!

He didn't want the Great Elder position either!

An illusion flashed behind this person, instantly condensing into a pair of illusory butterfly wings, flying towards the distant dense forest at the fastest speed.

However.

The so-called "fastest speed" was only fifty meters per second, far below the level of a Wan Hao Clan mystic.

This was also enough to prove how serious the drawbacks of relying too much on external objects were.

The Great Elder had only flown less than fifty meters when he felt a strong sense of crisis.

He descended urgently, trying to hide behind a building, while turning his head to look behind him.

At this instant.

The Great Elder saw the thorny vine shake.

Thousands of sharp thorns rapidly shot towards him.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Piercing sounds filled the air.

Each thorn was over two meters long, no different from a spear.

But their speed was not too fast, only about twice the speed of sound.

Although there were many, the Great Elder was confident he could dodge them.

The next moment.

This person's face changed drastically.

The thorns suddenly flickered, and a white light appeared on their surface.

Their speed increased dramatically to an astonishing ten times the speed of sound.

To convert it.

That was three point four kilometers per second.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The piercing sound was even more shrill.

This was a terrifying speed beyond the Great Elder's imagination, a speed that made his whole body tremble.

He really couldn't understand what means the enemy had used to make the thorns reach such a speed.

The Great Elder roared, and the totem shadow emerged, enveloping his body.

The tribe's totem pole was evolved from an Ironwood Tree.

As the word "Ironwood" suggests, Ironwood is famous for its super hardness.

The Great Elder thought that the totem shadow should be able to block the thorns.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated.

In an instant.

The thorns swept across five hundred meters and accurately hit the totem shadow.

"Bang! Bang!"

Dense muffled sounds came.

The totem shadow was poked into a sieve, shook a few times, and then disappeared.

The Great Elder's body was instantly torn to shreds.

Half a minute later.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar.

The super thorny vine slammed heavily on the ground, leaving a deep gully.

The tribe's Ironwood totem pole was, of course, crushed into pieces.

The area where the tribe was located ushered in a more violent earthquake.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The violent shocks continued one after another.

Buildings collapsed one after another.

The Green Sheep people fled in horror.

Such a scene.

It was like the end of the world.

Cheng Han saw his masterpiece completely through a halo.

His pity lasted only one second, and his expression returned to indifference: "Only by destroying the tribe and the totem pole can the Dawn Tribe grow stronger.

"As long as the tribe's population reaches 300,000, I can use the law of aggregation to forcibly seize more of the world's will, thereby advancing to the Totem King."

According to the deduction results.

The strength of each totem pole is closely related to the tribe's population.

Simply put, the more people who believe in the totem pole, the more the totem pole can break free from its shackles.

The principle is somewhat similar to the power of aggregation.

Under normal circumstances.

Only when the tribe's population exceeds 1.5 million can it maintain a totem pole at the Totem King level.

But Cheng Han has a way to greatly reduce the limit, 300,000 is enough.

Five minutes later.

The thorny vine "pounded" the ground a few more times, completely turning the Ironwood Tribe into ruins, with no complete houses to be seen.

He smiled with satisfaction, and his figure quickly disappeared.

*

An hour later.

A virtual large bird quickly swept down from the sky, heading straight for the ruins of the Ironwood Tribe.

When the altitude dropped to fifty meters, the illusion dissipated, revealing the figure of a middle-aged Green Sheep person.

The surface of the pair of curved horns on this person's forehead was covered with extremely dense spirit patterns.

Although the extraordinary fluctuations emanating from his body were relatively obscure, they were as deep and profound as the sea abyss.

"Pa!"

The middle-aged Green Sheep person's feet firmly stepped on the ground.

Next to him was the gully left by the super thorny vine.

He stared at the long and deep gully, his expression a little dignified: "Very strong."

The middle-aged Green Sheep person muttered with some doubts: "Judging from the traces, the attacker should be a Totem King, but why are the residual fluctuations only at the Venerable level?"

He instinctively thought of a word: "Could it be some powerful secret treasure?"

A hint of heat suddenly appeared in the middle-aged Green Sheep person's eyes.

A secret treasure comparable to a Totem King is definitely worth a fortune, making it impossible not to be tempted.

However.

The middle-aged Green Sheep person finally put away his greedy heart: "Forget it! The Red Eye Clan has been very active recently, this might be a trap, it's better to be careful."

Next.

This guy checked several more locations.

When the middle-aged Green Sheep person saw a very deep hole and found a thorn inside, his face changed instantly.

With his rich experience, he could tell at a glance that only at extremely high speeds would a thorn penetrate so deeply.

And even a Totem King would find it difficult to achieve such a speed.

The middle-aged Green Sheep person felt somewhat fortunate: "It's a good thing I didn't chase after him."

He made up his mind to stay in the tribe obediently during this period.

*

Far away.

Next to a small lake.

Cheng Han suddenly felt something.

He quickly performed a deduction and sighed regretfully: "I deliberately left behind my aura, but this guy didn't take the bait."

The middle-aged Green Sheep person who appeared next to the ruins was a Totem King.

The reason why he left a little flaw was to catch a big fish.

Cheng Han decisively abandoned the fishing plan: "The Totem King can use the power of the totem pole, let the Totem King of the Luan Wood Tribe go for the time being."

The so-called "Luan Wood Tribe" was the only large tribe within a two-thousand-kilometer radius, and its leader was the Totem King.

If he wanted to integrate all the Green Sheep people in this area and build an army to resist the insect swarm, the Luan Wood Tribe was an unavoidable target.

Cheng Han moved his right hand and opened the space bag.

A vampire corpse appeared out of thin air.

This was a Red Eye Clan at the Purple Blood Venerable level, and it was also his trophy for hunting vampires.

A deep horror still remained in the pair of blood-colored pupils of the corpse.

"Buzz!"

The sound of strings trembling.

Cheng Han plucked the strings of the law.

Thousands of slender blood threads emerged from his body and instantly plunged into the corpse.

"Bang!"

The two exploded together.

But the flesh and blood did not fly out, but turned into a bloody meatball.

"Thump! Thump!"

Strong and powerful heartbeats came from the meatball.

A quarter of an hour passed.

The meatball exploded.

A curled-up naked figure was revealed, the figure stretched his body and stood up from a blur of flesh and blood.

He had blood-red hair and blood-red pupils, and a pair of sharp fangs were exposed at the corners of his mouth.

These were the iconic features of the Red Eye Clan.

But he was not a vampire.

It was Cheng Han.

This was the use of life-based secret techniques to transform his life form, which is how he became like this.

He walked a few steps towards the lake, looked at his reflection in the water, and smiled with satisfaction: "Framing the Red Eye Clan like this, isn't this a sure thing?"

This was a pre-arranged plan.

That is, to slaughter various Green Sheep tribes under the identity of a vampire.

On the one hand, this was to frame the Red Eye Clan, provoke conflicts between the two races, and eventually trigger a divine war.

On the other hand, this was to collect population for the Dawn Tribe.

Killing two birds with one stone!

As a qualified schemer, this was just basic operation.

"Pa!"

Cheng Han snapped his fingers.

A wisp of pale flame, that is, the Flame of Hao, emerged out of thin air and fell onto the bloody flesh left over from hatching the vampire.

"Whoosh!"

The flames blazed.

In the blink of an eye.

The flames disappeared.

The flesh and blood were also gone.

There was not a single trace of scorch on the surrounding grass, trees, and soil, nor was there any residual extraordinary fluctuation.

Cheng Han became more and more satisfied: "The third-order Flame of Hao is now almost completely mastered."

When this super-powerful extraordinary flame was cultivated to this level, it exhibited a magical characteristic - erasing extraordinary aura.

Accurately speaking.

The Flame of Hao can burn even the aura, thereby achieving the purpose of concealing oneself.

Of course.

Based on the characteristic of "wherever one goes, one must leave a trace," it is impossible to burn it 100% clean.

It's just that the aura left behind is very, very faint, and only a powerhouse at the level of a god general can discover a clue by using tracing methods.

After a while.

"Poof!"

Cheng Han exploded into a cloud of purple mist, skimming the ground towards the other side of the lake.

Doing so was naturally to deliberately leave behind the aura of a vampire.

Acting!

Naturally, it must be complete.

*

Cloud Eagle Tribe.

Among the many Green Sheep tribes, the proportion of using plants as totem poles is close to 90%.

The remaining 10% are animal totems.

The reason is simple.

The original source of totems is extraordinary creatures.

Extraordinary animals have their own will, and taming them is too difficult, so animal totem poles are naturally rarer.

Correspondingly.

Because the spirituality of extraordinary animals is closer to that of the Green Sheep Clan, animal totems are often more powerful.

Among the several medium-sized tribes within a few hundred kilometers, the Cloud Eagle Tribe is the only tribe with an animal totem, and it is also the most powerful tribe.

When Green Sheep people from other tribes pass by the Cloud Eagle Tribe, they usually bypass the "Cloud Eagle Cliff" where the tribe is located from a distance.

Noon.

Just as the cooking smoke was curling up.

The change suddenly happened.

"Screech!"

A series of shrill eagle cries suddenly echoed in the sky.

It sounded as if the cloud eagle flock raised on Cloud Eagle Cliff had been attacked by an enemy.

Many Green Sheep civilians looked up at the sky and immediately saw an amazing scene.

A strange purple mist was rapidly drifting in the sky, chasing the cloud eagle flock.

Every time the purple mist approached a cloud eagle, it would shoot out an arrow.

When a cloud eagle was hit by an arrow, it would explode with a "pa" sound, and the sky would rain blood and flesh.

Anyone who saw this scene instantly realized one thing - something big was about to happen.