Eleven people!
Eleven people rushed out from the dark forest. They were led by the tribe leader of Black Mountain Tribe and were charging towards them. Among them was a man in black robes with a dull expression on his face. It was clear that the screen of light, the ravine, and Nan Song's Berserker Art had played a huge role in his actions.
They looked tired. They no longer had the excitement and screams from before. Dark Mountain Tribe was not the only one who died in the battle between the two tribes. Most of the people who died were the members of Black Mountain Tribe.
The Head of the Guards of Black Mountain Tribe had died, the vice chief of the hunters had died, and the chief of the hunters had also died. More importantly, their prodigy, Bi Su, had also died!
A large number of Berserkers had died. This was a huge blow to Black Mountain Tribe. If it were not for the presence of the men in black robes and the tribe members who had been forcefully increased by Bi Tu's Fallen Berserker Art, it would have been difficult for them to succeed.
Black Mountain Tribe had not expected that Dark Mountain Tribe would be so difficult to destroy. They had to pay a huge price. Perhaps even the Elder of Black Mountain Tribe, Bi Tu, did not expect this.
He was completely held back by Mo Sang. With his power of Transcendence, he could not be of much use in the battle between the tribes.
If time could flow back and Black Mountain Tribe knew of this result, then perhaps … they would not have immediately started the battle. They would have needed more time to prepare.
Even if Black Mountain Tribe won this battle, they would still have suffered a huge loss. More importantly, once the people from Dark Mountain Tribe reached Wind Stream, then Black Mountain Tribe would have died for nothing. They would not be able to obtain any spoils of war.
Besides the man in black robes, all the people from Black Mountain Tribe who came here were filled with regret. Yet now that the battle had reached this stage, they had no other choice. They could only persevere. Bi Su's death made the tribe leader of Black Mountain Tribe even more determined to kill Su Ming.
Su Ming's face was calm as he looked at the 11 people coming towards him. A chilling glint appeared in his eyes. He held Blood Scales tightly in his right hand and stood up.
Nan Song and Shan Hen were silent, but killing intent appeared in their eyes.
Only Lei Chen did not move. However, his eyes were also filled with madness and murderous intent.
Almost at the instant the eleven people from Black Mountain Tribe were 1,000 feet away from him, Nan Song took a step forward. The blood red light on his body surged into the sky, but there was still a thread of connection between him and Lei Chen, who was behind him. The blood red light on Lei Chen's body became even thicker, as if it had turned into a blood screen.
With a low roar, the clothes on Nan Song's upper body exploded. His old face seemed to have become younger in an instant. The muscles on his arms bulged, and as he roared, he pressed them towards the ground.
With that, a huge vortex appeared under the feet of the eleven people. The vortex was filled with mud, and hands made of mud reached out to grab their feet.
Nan Song charged forward. Behind him, Su Ming charged forward at full speed. Shan Hen's eyes were filled with killing intent and complicated emotions. He lifted his right hand, and a crescent moon bone blade immediately manifested in his hand. Then, he floated forward like a phantom.
As for Lei Chen, he was trembling. His face seemed to have aged in an instant, as if some of his life had been sucked away.
The mud on the ground could hold back most of the people from Black Mountain Tribe, but it could not do anything to the man in black robes. He stomped on the ground with his right foot, and a large amount of the mud immediately exploded. He charged towards Nan Song.
A bloody battle was about to begin.
Su Ming did not make a sound. He did not bother with the man in black robes, and neither did he choose to fight against the tribe leader of Black Mountain Tribe. Instead, he charged towards the remaining nine people. The highest level of cultivation among these nine people was only at the seventh level of the Blood Solidification Realm. Most of them were around the sixth level. With Su Ming's speed, as long as the tribe leader of Black Mountain Tribe was held back by Shan Hen and he had enough time, he would be able to kill them all.
Shan Hen closed in on them in a strange manner. He chose to fight against the tribe leader of Black Mountain Tribe. In the blink of an eye, the two of them clashed against each other. Rumbling sounds reverberated in the air as they fought against each other.
Su Ming's speed was incredibly fast. He ignored the pain in his body. Under the full moon in the sky, his entire body seemed to be enveloped by moonlight. A clear shadow of the blood red moon appeared in his eyes. In an instant, he closed in on one of the people. The long spear in his hand whistled through the air, and the moment he passed by that person, a deep wound appeared on his body. However, the head of the person who passed by him flew into the air, and blood spilled all over the place.
Su Ming landed on the ground. His breathing was rapid, but he did not stop. He charged forward. Moonlight surrounded his body and seeped into his body through his wounds, as if allowing his body to continuously recover in this state. As he charged forward, five of the remaining eight Berserkers from Black Mountain Tribe closed in on him. The other three quickly circled around them, intending to leave the place and continue their chase into the plains.
When Su Ming saw the three of them charging into the distance, the five Berserkers from Black Mountain Tribe closed in on him. Without any hesitation, Su Ming leaped into the air. He did not throw the long spear in his hand. After all, even if he threw the spear at the three people in the distance, he could only kill one of them. That was why Su Ming threw the long spear towards the ground beneath his feet.
Blood-red light instantly spread out from the long spear and turned into a gigantic blood-red eagle that charged towards the ground. With a bang, it landed on the ground right under Su Ming's body, stirring up a wave of air and an impact that caused the five people who were closing in to freeze.
Su Ming also used the force of the impact to let go of Blood Scales. With the force of the impact, he charged towards the three people who had circled around him.
His speed was incredibly quick. As the 243 blood veins on his body glowed red, he closed in on the three people running away like a red shooting star. These three people were not ordinary either. Without any hesitation, one of them was left behind to block Su Ming's path. The other two shone with a blood-red light and their speed increased. The Qi under the blood-red light showed the power of those at the peak of the sixth level of the Blood Solidification Realm.
The person who blocked Su Ming's path also used some unknown method to hide his power. Due to the short duration of the battle, Su Ming did not notice it. As the blood-red light shone on his body, the power of Qi at the seventh level of the Blood Solidification Realm erupted from his body. There was madness on his face, and he wanted to hold Su Ming back.
The blood veins on his body swelled up rapidly, as if they were about to explode!
Su Ming was close to the explosion of the same level, and he was also exhausted and injured. There was no way he could fight against it. Yet if he retreated, then he could only watch as the two people disappeared from his sight and bring disaster to the tribe's migration.
Almost at the instant the man who was blocking Su Ming's way chose to self-destruct, some of the wounds on his body tore open once again, and blood flowed out of them.
"You're not the only one who can self-destruct. We from Black Mountain Tribe can do it too!" The man roared and smiled viciously at Su Ming. A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. Not only did he not retreat, he even increased his speed. The moment he closed in on the man and all the blood veins on his body were about to explode, Su Ming opened his left hand, which had been clenched into a fist, and swung it at the man's wound.
In the blink of an eye, it landed on the man's wound. The man shuddered and widened his eyes. The moment the blood veins on his body were about to self-destruct, the blood in his body started burning. The moment Su Ming moved past him, he turned into a ball of red mist and rose into the air.
This scene was seen by the two people running in front of him. The people behind them also saw it, and goosebumps appeared on their skin.
"Fallen Berserker!"
"He's a Fallen Berserker!"
Cries of surprise suddenly appeared on the battlefield. Even Nan Song and Shan Hen immediately noticed it. The tribe leader of Black Mountain Tribe, who was fighting against Shan Hen, had a drastic change in expression and shock.
Even the man in black robes, who had a blank expression on his face, was momentarily stunned when he looked over. Soon, a bright light appeared in his eyes as if he had discovered something.
However, he was fighting against Nan Song. The moment he was stunned gave Nan Song a chance.
Booming sounds rang in the air, but Su Ming did not stop. He charged towards the two people who had been shocked by his methods just now. The two of them gritted their teeth and immediately split up, but at that moment, Su Ming coughed up a mouthful of blood. The moment his blood appeared, it turned into fog and spread towards the person to his left with a howl.
That blood mist contained Su Ming's vast Qi. It was the result of him casting Dark Blood Dust. At the same time, he charged towards the person on his right and started fighting against the people from Black Mountain Tribe.
After a moment, a few more wounds appeared on Su Ming's body. He panted harshly and the blood red light covered his entire body. His eyes shone like the blood red moon as he ran towards the people fighting.
Behind him, there were two unmoving corpses lying on the ground to his left and right. Their bodies were a bloody mess.
There were only seven people left on the battlefield from Black Mountain Tribe!
Besides the man in black robes and the tribe leader of Black Mountain Tribe, the other five people were shocked by Su Ming's slaughter and the terrifying image of the Fallen Berserker Tribe that appeared in their minds. They looked at each other and a rare thought of retreating appeared in their minds.
Yet suddenly, Shan Hen, who was fighting against the tribe leader of Black Mountain Tribe, coughed out blood and tumbled backwards. He was heavily injured by the tribe leader's punch and was thrown back towards Nan Song. The tribe leader's face was filled with killing intent. The blood bear manifested behind him and roared as it chased after Shan Hen. It swung its claw made of blood mist, wanting to deal a fatal blow to Shan Hen.
The blood bear's claw was about to land on Shan Hen's body. Since he was very close to Nan Song, Nan Song's expression changed. Without any hesitation, he leapt up and grabbed onto Shan Hen. At the same time, he punched the blood bear's claw that was chasing after him. With a bang, Nan Song fell back.
"Retreat and heal your wounds. I'll deal with these people …" Nan Song spoke quickly, but suddenly, he trembled. Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth and his body rapidly withered. A sorrowful look appeared on his face as he hurled his palm towards Shan Hen.
The moment Shan Hen was saved by Nan Song, he lowered his head and used the scimitar in his right hand to cut down on the line of blood between Nan Song and Lei Chen. No one knew what he did, but at the same time he cut off the line of blood, he also stabbed the scimitar deep into Nan Song's body.
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