The Essence of Totem Power

A quarter of an hour later.

Green Forest Tribe.

Inside a large six-story wooden building.

The Vampire's head was placed before an exceptionally burly Green Sheep Person.

The pair of curved horns on his forehead naturally bore hundreds of Spirit Patterns, with faint green glimmers flickering within them.

The aura emanating from him was far deeper than that of a Totem Master.

He was the Great Elder of the Green Forest Tribe.

He was also a powerful Totem Venerable One.

The Totem Master who had delivered the head quickly recounted what had happened.

The Great Elder stared at the head, his face grave. "At the scene, was there..."

Before he could finish.

A sudden change occurred.

"Bang!"

The head abruptly exploded, turning into a cloud of Purple Mist that swept rapidly toward the Great Elder.

The Great Elder reacted instantly. He let out a thunderous shout, and a phantom Totem Shadow appeared out of thin air behind his back.

It was a Red Tree over ten meters tall, its branches covered in blade-sharp leaves.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

A dense chorus of shrieking filled the air.

Thousands of leaves detached from the Totem Shadow and slashed toward the Purple Mist like a storm.

The next instant.

The two sides clashed.

The blade storm swept through, instantly grinding the purple mist away.

The Totem Master turned deathly pale with fright.

The Great Elder heaved a sigh of relief inwardly, though he feigned calm as he said, "Just one of the enemy's petty tricks. Nothing more."

He was about to continue his questions when he suddenly sensed something wrong and retreated at top speed.

At the same time.

More blade leaves swept over, forming a shield around the Great Elder's body.

At the spot where the head had been.

A speck of purple light