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Chapter 70: Chapter 70: This Flaw Is Hard to Pick Up

Chapter 70: This Trap is Not Easy to Pick Up

Damn, what kind of light is this? It directly transformed into a snake shape, rushing rapidly towards the fierce beast.

Feeling the crisis, the fierce beast’s body suddenly swelled, and the scales on its body began to turn red, emitting a bloody light.

The electric light darting on its body directly shattered, turning into scattered light spots.

Berserk mode activated.

It would only attack furiously now. Combatants prepared to resist, ready to face death.

However, after the berserk fierce beast swelled up, it immediately turned around to flee, moving with incredible speed, without any hesitation.

The snake-shaped light pursued closely, disappearing into the darkness.

Wherever it passed, giant wolves fell to the ground, electricity flashing on them, with no injuries visible, yet their Life bars were emptied.

Soon after, mournful howls echoed from the darkness.

The wolf pack was in chaos, but mostly turned around in tacit agreement and fled.

It seems they were quite adept at this.

"The fierce beast actually controlled its ferocity. Next time, it won’t show up voluntarily. This is the only chance to kill it." The Witch’s face was grim, still carrying disbelief.

As he spoke, he strode forward.

His thin body visibly swelled, transforming into a muscular man over two meters tall, striding forward.

At this moment, his Life bar was revealed, and only one-third was left?

"A fierce beast that can control its ferocity must die!" Three warriors howled, following him with a resolve to face death.

Affected by this atmosphere, Small Knife also had an impulse to rush forward.

Beep: Defensive mission change, forced cancellation. Failure does not decrease favorability.

"Yeah, not deducted, failure means we’re all dead, naturally, there’s no need for deduction." Small Knife grumbled discontentedly, ultimately not following.

It’s not fear of death, but rather because I’m too weak.

There’s no meaning in throwing one’s life away.

So he took out a binocular.

In the pitch-black night, he couldn’t see anything.

Immediately switched to Night Vision Goggles; after all, Small Knife’s Personal Space was quite well-stocked.

Survival resources are a must.

Vaguely hearing howls, the night vision goggles couldn’t see much either.

And the sound was already very far away.

So after watching for a while, Small Knife gave up, surveying the surroundings. The original stone house, grass hut had become ruins just nearby.

No matter how shabby, he wasn’t interested.

Finally, Small Knife’s gaze rested on the Totem Pole.

After unleashing the big move, the Totem Pole’s radiance vanished, appearing ordinary once more.

The Totem Pole was only arm-thick, completely different from the huge pillar within the Tribe, with many cracks on it at this moment.

Small Knife instinctively approached.

Can he really get close?

In the Tribe, there are many Totem Poles, players naturally curious to get close, Small Knife too, but there’s an invisible force preventing any contact.

It appeared to only have the words Totem Pole, everything else was ???

Now, Small Knife reached out to touch it, feeling no resistance at all.

With this contact, the attribute was revealed.

Totem Pole: Three-Stripe Special Witch Artifact, damaged Status. (Already recognized by master.)

Totem Core: Spirit: Snake Spirit (Level 80) weak and asleep.

Witch Rune Ability 1: Solid.

Witch Rune Ability 2: Resistance Aura, Energy Exhausted.

Witch Rune Ability 3: Warning, any hostile entities above Level 30 will trigger warning and activate the Snake Spirit when approaching.

Totem Pole Shared Ability 1: Self-destruct.

Totem Pole Shared Ability 2: Witch Spirit Realm.

Hint 1: Rooted to the earth, the Totem Pole can restore itself.

Hint 2: Infusing Blood Qi can aid recovery.

Interesting, the first time seeing a complete attribute.

Small Knife attempted to pull it up.

Warning: Totem Pole is recognized by master, forcibly pulling up will trigger self-destruct.

"Damn! I was just trying it casually, why so serious?" Small Knife muttered, releasing his hand, boredly looking around.

However, his ears were perked high, ready to leave immediately in case of danger, having to abandon his prey.

"Snap!" A sudden sound startled Small Knife.

Looking closely, good heavens, where there were originally many small cracks on the Totem Pole, there was now an additional large crack?

It looked like it was split by a Knife.

What the hell’s going on?

Curious, Small Knife placed his hand on it again.

Totem Pole: Three-Stripe Special Witch Artifact, severely damaged Status. (Masterless Status, can be recognized by master)

...!

Small Knife blinked, thinking he saw wrong.

Looking closely.

No mistake, it’s actually Masterless Status, can be recognized by master?

Did the previous owner die?

No matter what, Small Knife immediately got excited, heart pounding, scrutinizing the attribute.

No hints on how to recognize the master?

Attempted to inject Qi Blood into it.

Beep: Qi Blood matches the Totem Pole’s recognition conditions, acknowledge master?

No need to say! Small Knife chose to agree without hesitation.

Suddenly, a suction surged, and his entire body’s Qi Blood was directly absorbed into the Totem Pole.

Small Knife’s body went limp, leaning completely on the Totem Pole, utterly like a limp shrimp, unable to stand at all.

Recognition completion: 6%.

Checking, it’s only six percent, the gap is too big.

The suction continued, seemingly increasing, yet unable to absorb any more Qi Blood.

Small Knife’s Life began to decline.

Damn, messed up, dying this way, it’s too frustrating.

Small Knife, unable to even move a pinky, could only smile wryly.

Beep: Insufficient Qi Blood to recognize master, consume Experience instead?

The belated hint sounded so endearing.

No need to say! Naturally agree.

Suddenly, a warmth surged within Small Knife, his Power returning as if inflated.

Quickly took out the Blood Spirit Potion and drank a gulp.

Experience started declining, and the rate was getting faster and faster.

On the way, slaying fierce beasts, Experience was super abundant, currently over ten thousand for Small Knife, not a small amount.

But now, like flowing water, it was being consumed rapidly, exhausting at the end.

Recognition completion: 41%.

The gap was still huge.

Accepting failure of recognition was fine, but don’t let it drain my Life.

Seemingly hearing Small Knife’s prayers, it didn’t absorb Life, continuing to absorb Experience.

Where’s the Experience coming from?

Because Small Knife’s Level was dropping.

Quickly descending from Level 30 to Level 20, losing ten thousand Experience.

Recognition completion: 76%.

It seemed recognition was almost complete, but Small Knife’s face changed drastically.

Because estimating, almost another ten thousand Experience was needed.

And from Level 20 to Level 1, there wasn’t much Experience, early levels required very little Experience.

Finished, what would happen when Experience wasn’t enough?

By then, his hand seemed glued, completely unable to pull it out.

So, Small Knife watched helplessly as his Level dropped, plummeting rapidly, dropping straight to Level 1.

Recognition completion: 84%.

Beep: Insufficient Experience.

The hint sounded, with Small Knife’s face looking grim, unable to think of any solution.

Beep: Insufficient Experience, auto-searching.

A warmth surged again within, leaving Small Knife dumbfounded. Where’d the Experience come from? Could Experience even be negative?

Not knowing where it was from, but the recognition completion began to grow rapidly.

(Guess where the Experience came from)