Framing

Half an hour later.

Cheng Han forcibly demolished a second medium-sized tribe.

The method of forced demolition was simple.

Rumble!

A Super Thorn Vine, five hundred meters long and twenty meters thick, burst violently from the ground, rising like a colossal pillar at the edge of the tribe.

An earthquake immediately shook the entire tribe.

Cracks spread through countless houses, while fissures appeared across the roads.

At that moment.

The tribe's Great Elder stared at the scene, his eyes filled with shock.

In his view.

This was power that far exceeded the limits of a Totem Venerable One.

A term instantly came to the Great Elder's mind—the Totem King.

Then.

The Super Thorn Vine tilted and began to slowly topple, directly toward the Totem Pillar at the center of the tribe.

The Great Elder did not hesitate for even a second before making a decision—run! Forget the tribe! Forget being the Great Elder! An illusion flashed behind him, instantly condensing into a pair of phantom butterfly wings as he flew at top speed toward the distant dense forest.

However.

His so-called "top speed" was only fifty meters per second, far below the standards of a Myriad Heavens Race Mystic Master.

That alone proved just how serious the drawbacks of relying too heavily on external objects could be.

The Great Elder had flown less than fifty meters when he felt an intense sense of danger.

As he hurriedly descended, attempting to hide behind a building, he turned to look behind him.

At that instant.

The Great Elder saw the thorn vine shudder.

Over a thousand sharp thorns shot toward him at high speed.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Piercing shrieks filled the sky.

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

Yet, they were not especially fast, traveling at only