The man was not tall. At first glance, he looked like a child who had yet to grow up, but if anyone took a closer look, they would be able to tell from the outline of his face that he was already an adult.
It was not that he was short, but that he was so thin that he looked as if he could be lifted by a gust of wind.
The thin man did not even spare a glance at the thirteen warships Su Ming and the others were on. His attention was completely focused on the meteor as he continued digging holes with his right hand.
Banging sounds echoed in the air. There was a pattern to his actions, and this scene gave all those who saw it a strange feeling.
Su Ming sat on the ship and cast his gaze on the thin man. He might have only swept his gaze past him, but at the instant he looked at him, he sensed the ripples of power coming from the man's body.
Those were not … the ripples of power belonging to a cultivator, but something Su Ming was familiar with and had even seen before — the ripples of power belonging to a Shaman!
This was a Shaman!
A Battle Shaman!
Su Ming narrowed his eyes. He lifted his right hand and swung his arm. Immediately, the thirteen warships stopped moving forward slowly. They stopped not too far away from the thin man on the meteor beyond the group of meteors in Divine Essence Star Ocean.
From the start until the end, the thin man did not spare a single glance at Su Ming and the others. He continued digging holes, and when the time it takes for about half an incense stick to burn passed, he dug out a deep hole with his hand. There were eight such holes around him.
His actions aroused the curiosity of the cultivators from Morning Dao Sect. When they looked over, Su Ming shook his head. The ripples of power belonging to the Shamans on the thin man's body were very mixed. There were also the presences of some other races within them. He was not a pure Shaman.
"Ignore him. Let's go," Su Ming said flatly.
As Su Ming spoke, the thirteen warships immediately moved forward slowly. As they got closer and entered the group of meteors, a strange, piercing cry suddenly came from the depths of the group of meteors, and it turned into a wave of sound that surged out like a tidal wave.
Along with the sound wave, nine beams of light appeared. The nine beams of light moved with incredible speed as they pierced through the meteorites. In the blink of an eye, they were standing in front of the emaciated man on the meteorite with the nine craters on it.
The long arcs disappeared, revealing nine people with disheveled hair. Their clothes were clearly different from those of cultivators. They looked like long robes made from beast skins, and there were many colors on their faces, causing others to be unable to see their faces clearly. They could only see ferocious totems drawn on their faces.
Those totems were ferocious figures of white and red intersecting with each other. Along with their shining, chilling gazes, they immediately gave off an incredibly dangerous feeling.
He couldn't tell the ages of these nine people, but he could tell that there were no women among them, especially the one in the lead, who held a thick black bone staff in her hand. Looking at the appearance of the bone staff, it was clearly the leg bone of a fierce beast.
Red threads intersected with each other and shone with a strange and enchanting light.
The appearance of the nine people instantly caused a primitive and violent presence to crash into the faces of the people from Morning Dao Sect.
"Galloping Fighters. They are a normal race in the periphery of Divine Essence Star Ocean. There are about a thousand of them, and each of them loves to kill. They are incredibly brutal, and they do not have much contact with the world outside. In Black Ink Planet's records, this race is an uncivilized race," the catwoman beside Su Ming immediately said softly.
Almost at the instant the catwoman's voice reached Su Ming's ears, the nine Galloping Fighters on the meteors threw their heads back and roared simultaneously. The freezing glare in their eyes grew stronger. They first cast a glance at Su Ming and the others, then charged towards the thin man from nine different directions.
"I missed one …" A cold and apathetic voice tumbled out of the thin man's mouth. He lifted his head swiftly, and veins popped up on his right hand. At the instant he roared, an eerie, chilling glare shone in his teeth. At that moment, his teeth also changed and became much sharper.
He first brought out an herb from his bosom and placed it in his mouth to chew. Then, he bent down and picked up a stone he had dug out from the hole. With a single move, he charged towards the nine people.
A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes, and a slight hint of interest rose in him. He was not interested in the man, but the herb he was chewing. Su Ming's understanding towards medicinal herbs allowed him to guess with just one glance that the herb was not used to treat injuries, but contained some sort of poison.
However, his interest was not great, and he could not look at it for long. The thirteen warships continued moving forward and gradually brushed past the meteors, looking as if they were about to leave into the distance.
The thin man let out a roar on the meteor and instantly crashed into a Galloping Fighter. A loud bang shot into the air, and his chest was heavily injured, but he laughed ferociously, completely unbothered by it. He rammed his head against the Galloping Fighter's forehead, then opened his mouth wide and bit down on the man's throat. With a yank, blood gushed out, and the thin man instantly retreated.
Shrill screams of pain reverberated in the air. The Galloping Fighter who had his throat bitten out also retreated while clutching his neck. He might have stopped the bleeding, but he could not stop the black from spreading. It was poison, and it came from the thin man's teeth. It was poison from the herb he had chewed just then.
'Poison isn't bad.' Su Ming saw all of this and averted his gaze.
The thin man moved incredibly quickly on the meteor. As he retreated, he turned around swiftly and crushed the stone in his right hand. At the instant it turned into powder, he struck his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood. His blood fused with the powder and started burning, turning into a firebird that charged towards another Galloping Fighter.
At the same time, he let out a roar and rushed towards another Galloping Fighter.
After a moment, screams of pain reverberated in the air, and two more Galloping Fighters died in the thin man's hands. When he attacked, there was madness and bloodlust in him. Every single part of his body could be turned into a weapon for him to kill.
However, when four of the nine Galloping Fighters died, a dark light shone in the eyes of the alien with the bone staff. He opened his mouth and bit down on the bone staff. With a loud crack, he crushed a small piece of bone, and as he chewed on it, he lifted the bone staff in his hand and pressed it against the center of his brows.
At the same time, his body began to tremble rapidly, and his body instantly became thin and weak. In the blink of an eye, he was only skin and bones. The red threads on the bone staff also began to squirm. Almost at the instant when the foreign being became thin and weak, a thick black fog suddenly erupted from the bone staff.
The fog was thick, and when it appeared, it tumbled about before turning into a black snake made of fog. As it hissed, it charged towards the thin man.
At that moment, the thirteen warships Su Ming was on had already left the meteor where the thin man was and entered the group of meteors. Su Ming did not pay too much attention to the battle and slaughter behind him. He could also tell that it did not matter whether it was the thin man or the Galloping Fighters, all of them looked as if they were looking down on them. They were completely unbothered by the fact that they were fighting to the death right in front of them.
And since Su Ming did not give any orders, all the cultivators on the thirteen warships would not attack on their own. Instead, they watched coldly as the ships moved forward.
When the thin man saw the fog snake coming towards him, his pupils shrank, and he swiftly retreated, but the remaining four Galloping Fighters chased after him with bloodthirst and murderous intent.
Ruthlessness appeared in his eyes. He stopped moving, but instead of retreating, he moved forward and charged towards the four people.
Both sides clashed against each other, and booming sounds instantly reverberated in the air. Screams of pain rang out. One of the four had his neck twisted, another had his heart dug out, another had his body torn apart, and the last had his skull crushed by the thin man ramming his head against it.
In the blink of an eye, the four Galloping Fighters died a miserable death. The thin man staggered. His right arm was paralyzed, and there was a wound on his abdomen from which blood flowed out continuously.
However, he did not even spare it a glance. Just as he was about to rush towards the final Galloping Fighter with the bone staff in his hand, the four people who had died by his feet suddenly opened their eyes in shock. A gray light shone in their eyes.
Almost at the instant the gray color appeared, the thin man's body trembled. It was as if a sealing power had spread out from the eyes of the four dead Galloping Fighters, and at that instant, his body was sealed to the point where he could not move.
The fog snake hissed and closed in on the thin man in the span of a breath. It bit down on his head as if it wanted to devour his entire body.
The thin Galloping Fighter with the bone staff in his hand sat cross-legged on the ground. A hint of a cold sneer appeared at the corners of his lips, but almost at the moment it appeared, it immediately turned into shock.
It was also at that moment that Su Ming, who was originally on the thirteen warships that had already left into the distance, shuddered. He stood up swiftly and turned around to stare at the battlefield on the meteors behind him.
His breathing quickened at that instant. He lifted his right hand and swung his arm, and the thirteen warships immediately stopped in the group of meteors.
With a bang, Su Ming saw the fog snake around the thin man's body shatter into pieces, and a gigantic illusory figure appeared behind the thin man. It was a giant covered in black fur.
There was an old man sitting cross-legged on the giant's head. His body was also an illusion and could not be seen clearly, just like the giant. It did not matter whether it was the giant or the old man, they were the Shamans' Deities of the Shamans. After being worshiped by the Shamans for many years, they could allow the Shamans to borrow their divine abilities, and they were similar to the Berserkers' statues of the God of Berserkers.
What caused Su Ming to lose his composure was not the giant, but the old man on the giant's head. During that instant just now, when the thin man brought out his race's Deity of the Shamans, Su Ming had sensed a strong sense of familiarity. That familiarity caused his heart to tremble, and when he saw the old man on the giant's head with his own eyes, his heart trembled.
The old man's face might be indistinct and his body might be an illusion, but the white robe he wore and the memories Su Ming would never forget were enough to make him tremble.
"Master …" Su Ming mumbled. Only he could hear his voice. The illusory figure on the giant's head … was Tian Xie Zi!
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