Today's T'Challa is undoubtedly the hope of all.

Especially for Okoye.

She was the only one who survived that war, and the only one who had ever seen Xu Fan's strength.

He was the only one who survived after witnessing Susanoo.

She knew it better than anyone else.

Just vibranium technology can't stop Xu Fan's demon.

They need to be more powerful.

Like what......

The panther god they have always believed in!

T'Challa nodded vigorously, both in response to the High Priest Zu Li and in showing his determination.

Zu Li looked at the young man in front of him, and his heart was naturally very satisfied.

In this way, Zu Li temporarily dispersed the others, leaving only Okoye and Wakabi as escorts, and led them to the place of ceremony.

This is one of Wakanda's most special caves.

T'Challa's father, as well as any of the kings of Wakanda, underwent a ritual here and became the king of the Panthers.

This is all thanks to an herb called heart-shaped grass.

It is the only hub that establishes a psychic connection with the Black Panther God.

It is also an important item for T'Challa to gain divine power.

And most importantly......

This will also allow T'Challa to inherit the experience and wisdom of the kings who had been.

It will allow him to see with his own eyes what is happening on that battlefield.

Okoye and Wakabi looked nervous.

As far as they know, taking heart-shaped grass comes with risk.

Maybe all will go well, and when T'Challa emerges from his near-death state, he becomes the new king of Wakanda.

But it's also possible......

He will never wake up and die.

However, they also knew in their hearts that this was their only chance.

The only possibility.

If you want to defeat Xu Fan, you must first understand the opponent.

First of all, you need to get the capital to be able to fight with your opponent.

"Don't worry, I won't lose."

T'Challa saw the worry in his companion's eyes, and he smiled strongly, confidently, reassuring them not to worry.

At the same time, the High Priest Zu Li was also very skilled in making a new heart-shaped herbal medicine.

"I wish you success, Your Highness."

Zu Li lowered his voice.

Although T'Challa's succession to the throne was expected by all, it was also the hand-picked of T'Challa.

But for Zu Li, he only passed the final test.

T'Challa is the king.

It's the Panther.

Until then, he was still the same prince.

"Hmm."

T'Challa nodded again, and saw the high hope and hope in Zu Li's eyes.

Actually, in Zu Li's opinion.

This war is likely to affect the fate of Wakanda's survival.

And he ......

And did not want to be the last high priest in the history of Wakanda.

Hopefully, the panther god Buster will be able to make this all work smoothly.

Zu Li didn't say a word on the surface, but in his heart he kept praying to the panther god.

T'Challa took a deep breath and shifted her gaze from her companion to the heart-shaped herb in the bowl.

His eyes closed slightly, his lips opened slightly, and he rolled the bubbling potion down until there was not a drop left.

Then he placed the empty bowl on the floor, leaned back, and lay flat on the ground.

An unprecedented feeling of suffocation sealed his throat, as well as his nose.

Even though there was air all around him, he couldn't breathe in half a minute.

He felt his consciousness become more and more blurred.

Childhood memories and growing up pictures appear in front of my eyes one by one, like a marquee.

T'Chaca's figure appears several times.

There are also wind croans of Wakanda.

Those happy or sad pasts greatly stimulated T'Challa's emotions.

Let his soul gradually sink into warm water.

Soon, however, the temperature of the river turned from warm to cool, and then to extremely cold.

The unprecedented pain swept over him, making T'Challa's body tremble.

In the real world, the High Priests Zuli, Okoye, and Wakabi stared at the changes in T'Challa's body.

Their hearts are tense to the extreme, but they are helpless.

This is a battle that belongs to T'Challa alone.

They can't help anything.

No......

They still have something they can do, and that is to pray for His Majesty the young prince.

Pray that he will pass this test with success.

And in T'Challa's consciousness, in a dream.

A familiar voice began to call his name.

The sound warmed him and eased his pain.

"Father."

T'Challa tried to respond with a voice.

"Father."

T'Challa called out to the other side in the hope of getting some enlightenment.

Some help.

He snapped open his eyes and realized that he was not in the water at all.

"Here it is...... Grassland? ”

T'Challa looked around and saw endless grasslands.

A breeze blew from not far away, bringing with it the voice of my father.

"Father."

T'Challa shouted again, one hand on his knees, straightening up from the ground, he tried to run, but his legs felt extremely heavy.

In the end, he could only take a step.

But just as he was about to ask what he should do.

A picture that does not belong to my memory floods into my brain.

That's above the vibranium vein.

The space was suddenly torn apart, as if connecting another world and earth.

A teenager walks out of it and lands on the land of Wakanda.

Then there was his father, T'Chaka, the captain of the royal guard, Okoye, and the warriors of Wakanda.

Except for the teenager, he knew every face here.

These are people I know and know well.

T'Chaka was still talking to the teenager.

Then, the boy showed supreme divine power and forcibly dug out the vibranium vein from the depths of the earth.

Watching his performance, T'Challa couldn't help but gasp.

He seemed to understand why Wakanda's vibranium technology couldn't stop this guy.

He is so powerful that it is beyond his common sense!

The picture changes quickly.

The boy used Susanoho again, and summoned the sand soldiers.

Unprecedented despair hangs over the land, blocking the hope in everyone's heart.

T'Challa felt his breathing quicken.

His pupils began to dilate.

He couldn't think of the possibility of being able to defeat the other party.

He's so powerful, so powerful it's like a mountain.

This is simply not something that can be bulldozed by manpower.

The thought of the possibility of such a demon making a comeback slowly consumed T'Challa's heart with despair and helplessness.

But just when he had the idea of giving up.

A broad palm pressed down on his shoulder.

"Kid, you're finally here."

The familiar voice sounded again.

T'Challa subconsciously turned his head and saw his father's familiar appearance.

"Father."

T'Challa's emotions became agitated.

Although his own Wakanda warriors were slaughtered by the sand soldiers.

But for some reason, my father's voice seemed to have a magical power that could calm him down.

"Follow me, child, the panther god is waiting for you."