He used the tribe leader of Black Mountain Tribe's footsteps as a guide to help him find the reinforcements from Black Mountain Tribe. Then, right before these people's eyes, he cruelly killed the tribe leader of Black Mountain Tribe and cut off his head. Su Ming had intentionally magnified his actions several times over, and with his bewitching body under the full moon, his advantage immediately reached its peak in an instant.
Su Ming had to do this. He was exhausted. Even if he had the nourishment from the moon, he still had to kill Shan Hen. Su Ming hated this traitor who had escaped into the forest after being injured.
Su Ming had no choice but to face the problem of how to complete all his goals with a limited amount of stamina. That was why he did all these things that were akin to psychological attacks.
The death of the man who looked similar to the tribe leader of Black Mountain Tribe caused Su Ming's actions to be tainted with a mysterious air. With the terror that came with the word Fallen Berserker, it caused the four reinforcements from Black Mountain Tribe to lose their will to fight the moment Su Ming charged forward. They quickly retreated in shock, wanting to escape the place.
In truth, even if there was no man who looked similar to the tribe leader of Black Mountain Tribe, Su Ming would still use the same method to intimidate them and achieve his goal of psychological attacks.
In the next few moments, the whistling sounds were mixed with the sounds of despair before death in the small gap in the forest. After a long while, as the place slowly returned to silence, Su Ming dragged his body and walked out of the gap.
A few more wounds appeared on his body. One of them seemed to have cut into his bones. Under the moonlight, no more blood flowed out, but Su Ming's face was as pale as the snow on the ground.
Behind him were four corpses. Their blood dyed the snow on the ground red. They had paid the price for Black Mountain Tribe's invasion.
In truth, Black Mountain Tribe was already regretting their actions. They had underestimated Dark Mountain Tribe's resistance and overestimated the strength of their Elder.
They had already felt this regret when they were in the trap in the forest. However, they had already fought to this extent. Without the Elder's orders, they did not dare retreat. They could only continue with their mistakes.
Even so, there were still some injured members of Black Mountain Tribe who did not die. They were shocked by Dark Mountain Tribe's willingness to fight to the death. They did not continue chasing after them, neither did they return to Black Mountain Tribe. Instead, they spread out and retreated into the forest. They tried to use their injuries as an excuse to not continue fighting.
Dark Mountain Tribe's madness was engraved in their hearts.
Su Ming ran through the forest. He panted harshly as he searched for Shan Hen based on the clues on the ground and the tracking skills he had learned since he was young!
He wanted to find this person. on behalf of Nan Song, on behalf of Dark Mountain Tribe, on behalf of all the familiar faces who died in the trap, he wanted to ask Shan Hen why!
The booming sounds in the sky continued. Su Ming knew that the elder was risking his life to hold back Black Mountain Sect's Bi Tu. The battle between them was still ongoing.
He would do everything he could to protect his tribe members' safety. Su Ming was silent, but the determination and determination in his eyes did not diminish.
As he moved forward, Su Ming chased after the clues Shan Hen had left behind. On the way, he saw corpses lying on the ground, and all of them belonged to his tribe members who had chosen to stay behind along the way.
As he looked at his tribe members, Su Ming's heart was filled with sorrow, but at the same time, there was also a deep respect for them. He walked past the tribe members' corpses and stopped in the forest in the distance.
Before him was a big tree. There was a young man leaning against the tree. His hands were hanging by his side, and on his right hand was a xun made of bones. The xun was stained with brown blood, and some of the holes on the xun seemed to have been covered up.
Su Ming went closer and looked at the dead Liu Di. His corpse was already stiff. His lifeless eyes were looking at the sky. No one knew what he was looking at before he died. Perhaps it was just like Dark Mountain Tribe's funeral song. He was asking whose gaze was the source of the blue in the sky, and who was the source of the twinkling stars in the night.
Su Ming looked at Liu Di and crouched down slowly. He picked up the xun made of bones and placed it in his bosom.
He could not forget the many nights when the mournful sounds of the xun echoed in the quiet tribe. There were even a few times when he wanted to go and look for that person, but he resisted the urge.
Yet now, Su Ming closed his eyes. He really wanted to listen to another song from the xun, but the person who played the xun had already left.
Su Ming had left.
With his speed and the countless threads dancing behind him under the moonlight, Su Ming charged forward in the forest. He followed Shan Hen's footsteps and chased after him.
Shan Hen's footsteps were messy on the ground. This meant that not only was Shan Hen heavily injured, his mind was also in a mess. That was why he had forgotten to cover up his tracks when he was running.
Or perhaps, he did not expect that there would be such a person who would pursue him relentlessly. Or else, with Shan Hen's status as the chief of the hunters in Dark Mountain Tribe, his familiarity with the forest would not be any less than Su Ming's.
The chase continued as time passed by. It was already night time. The full moon hung in the sky, and its light made the starlight around them dim. Even the roaring fog in the sky could not hide the light. Su Ming walked to the ravine the elder had drawn to block the pursuers from Black Mountain Tribe. The screen of light was already broken and no longer existed.
At that place, Su Ming saw Wu La. She was lying there quietly, as if she was smiling.
Su Ming looked at Wu La and walked towards her softly. He looked at her pale and blurry face, and the words Wu La had said before she died echoed in his ears.
"Are you … Mo Su..?"
Su Ming stood beside Wu La's corpse for a long time before he lifted his feet and walked forward.
He walked past the place and arrived at the place where he killed Bi Su. Bi Su's corpse was no longer there. It was clear that someone had taken it away.
As he ran, Su Ming saw all the sights that made him feel as if he was reliving the devastation of the war between the tribes. It was deeply engraved in his heart until he arrived at the place where he shuddered.
This place was still part of the forest. Before Su Ming, he saw torn pieces of flesh and blood on the ground. Only the white strands of hair on the ground revealed the familiar old people.
This was the place the old people in the tribe chose to stay after they left the trap during the tribe's migration. These old people were no longer around. A desolate wind blew past the land, lifting up the snow on the ground and the scattered white strands of hair on the ground.
They had asked for something that could make their flesh and blood explode from the elder. They used what was left of their lives to laugh and talk about the past when they were young. When the pursuers from Black Mountain Tribe caught up to them, they laughed fearlessly, and their laughter turned into banging sounds.
Su Ming bowed deeply towards the bloody ground. These normal old people in the tribe were the same as the Berserkers who died in battle. They were worthy of respect. Su Ming lifted his feet silently and walked through the snow-covered ground. On the way, he found the five arrows from the Head of the Guards and placed them behind him.
As he chased after them, he arrived at the place where the most people died during the battle. It was also the place where the most devastation occurred. This was the place where Black Mountain Tribe's trap was located.
As he looked at the place where the trap was located, Su Ming's killing intent towards Shan Hen became even stronger.
There were a lot of corpses on the ground, and before Su Ming were dozens of lazy young men who had been eating their fill in the tribe. The sight of them charging out without hesitation made Su Ming's heart clench in pain once again.
He followed Shan Hen's footsteps. Those footsteps told Su Ming that Shan Hen had also seen everything he saw as he fled. In fact, Shan Hen's footprints were much heavier in these places. It was as if he had stopped here before.
"Shan Hen, could the place you're going … be there..?" Su Ming mumbled. There was a complicated look on his face. When he was young, Shan Hen was already the leader of the hunters in the tribe. In fact, he was just like the Head of the Guards. They were both elders and powerful Berserkers that the La Sus in the tribe worshipped.
The two of them had different personalities. Even though the Head of the Guards was loved by the La Sus, Shan Hen's aloofness also made the La Sus feel protected even though they were afraid of him.
Perhaps he had no choice but to be aloof. As the leader of the hunters, he had to protect Dark Mountain and provide them with enough food. This caused him to spend most of his time outside fighting against wild beasts. Shan Hen had seen too many bloody scenes. He might have smiled, but that smile would only appear on the hidden Shan Hen's face when his tribe members cheered when they found out that they had enough food and no one had starved to death.
Most of the tribe members could not see his smile.
Why would a person like this betray his tribe? Su Ming walked past the place where the trap was located in silence. He no longer looked at the footprints on the ground. He had already guessed where Shan Hen was.
After walking past the trap, Su Ming turned into a long red arc under the moonlight. Gradually, as time passed by, a vague outline of a place appeared before Su Ming in the dark.
Laughter, happiness, and beauty once existed there. Every night, bonfires would light up the area. His tribe members would dance, and the La Sus would play at night.
That place contained 16 years of Su Ming's memories. Yet now, it was desolate, broken, and in ruins.
That place was the tribe of Dark Mountain Tribe.
As Su Ming got closer under the moonlight, he saw a man kneeling on the snow at the center of the tribe, which no longer had a gate. He was weeping in the midst of the mess on the ground.
His cries were very clear in the quiet night. They echoed in the area. The sorrow in his cries made Su Ming's footsteps falter.
'Is this sorrow real..?' Su Ming clenched his fists and walked over with determination. As he got closer, he walked past the broken gate of the tribe. When he was 1,000 feet away from the crying man, Su Ming stopped.
He looked at the man's back, listened to his pained cries, and looked at his former home. Su Ming felt as if his heart was being stabbed by a knife.
'Why?!'
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