Han Muye frowned and leaped into the air.
The Golden Crow phantom enveloped his body. His body was among the 30-foot-tall Golden Crows. Propelled by the power of the Golden Crow's wings, he landed at the foot of Han Mountain 100,000 feet away.
At the foot of the mountain, Han Yunhe led a few young members of the Golden Crow tribe, counting baskets of spirit herbs with a group of outsiders wearing leather robes.
Han Muye transformed into a Golden Crow and descended, causing everyone to turn their heads with the whistling gust of wind.
"How powerful!"
"This is the awakened power of the Golden Crow bloodline!"
A wave of exclamations spread.
Even without displaying elemental spirit power, just the emergence of the Golden Crow's power made it feel overwhelming.
A black-robed old man standing in front of the square showed a hint of astonishment on his face.
"Haha, Brother Hu, this is our Han Mountain's young patriarch."
