Booming sounds reverberated in the air. The shattered stones exploded, but the black snake also shuddered and cracks appeared on its body. The instant it did so, Su Ming retreated once again. His gaze was cold as he spat out a single word softly.
"Fog!"
The black snake Berserker Vessel he had just obtained instantly released a large amount of black mist. That black mist instantly filled the area, causing the black fog nearby to tumble about.
Han Fei Zi's expression instantly changed. At the instant the black fog spread out, she immediately lifted her right hand and pointed in the direction where Yan Guang had been. Immediately, a layer of white fog appeared around Yan Guang, who had a solemn expression on his face, and formed a tight defense.
Once she helped Yan Guang defend himself, a golden light shone around Han Fei Zi's body. It was the strange Art she had cast before Su Ming, the one that allowed her to withstand Su Ming's continuous ambushes without much damage.
Almost at the same time Han Fei Zi did this, Su Ming's eyes flashed in the black fog. The mark of the virescent sword at the center of his brows charged towards the small virescent sword. His target was not Yan Guang, nor was it Han Fei Zi, but the blood red figure before them.
That blood red figure was Su Ming's target. If he did not destroy it, then even if he ran away, there was still a possibility that he would be chased down a second time. If that was the case, then he might as well destroy it!
The virescent sword charged forward, turning into a powerful pressure that charged towards the blood red figure before Han Fei Zi. The might of that sword could even shock those in the Transcendence Realm. Han Fei Zi was instantly shocked. She could not see the virescent sword, but she could feel a shocking presence coming from the fog before her. It gave her the feeling that her life was in danger.
Han Fei Zi's expression changed again, and she retreated swiftly. Clouds and fog surrounded her entire body. As golden light shot out, an ancient mirror the size of a palm appeared in her hand. That mirror shone, and as banging sounds rang out, it manifested into six faces around her. They surrounded Han Fei Zi from the front, back, left, right, top, and bottom to protect her.
The moment Han Fei Zi retreated, the small virescent sword closed in on the blood red figure under the control of Su Ming's Brand and sliced down on its head. With that one slash, the blood red figure let out a shrill scream of pain as if it possessed intelligence. It was split into two and shattered with a loud bang.
Killing intent appeared in Su Ming's eyes. Just as he was about to control the small virescent sword to charge towards Han Fei Zi, his heart suddenly pounded and his expression darkened.
A ball of red mist spread out from the blood red figure that was cut in half and turned into a red picture of 100 feet in midair. The picture was complicated, and the moment it appeared, it shone with a powerful red light. That red light contained a pressure that made Su Ming tremble. The moment it appeared, the black fog around him rapidly faded, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, the red pattern suddenly rotated and turned into the face of a woman. This woman was incredibly beautiful. Her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes fluttered as she opened them.
The moment she opened her eyes, the small virescent sword immediately started trembling as if it could not get close to it. A dark light appeared in the woman's eyes, and a soft chuckle echoed in the air. That chuckle was filled with a strange power that made all those who heard it feel their hearts tremble. It was as if an endless amount of ripples had been stirred up in their hearts, causing them to feel restless.
As her chuckle echoed in the air, the woman opened her mouth and blew at the small virescent sword before her. That breath was like a fragrant breeze, and the moment it touched the small sword, the sword let out a piercing whistle. The sword shuddered and tumbled backwards towards Su Ming, quickly seeping into his body.
A red flush immediately appeared on Su Ming's face. As the fragrant breeze blew into his face, a dazed look appeared in his eyes. He could vaguely see a woman with a graceful body. That woman's beauty made Su Ming's heart race against his chest. That feeling made him feel as if he only needed one word from her, and he would give up his life for her.
The woman was looking at him seductively, as if she was calling him to come to her.
There was a dazed look on Su Ming's face under the mask. Yet at that moment, the mysterious black stone hanging on his chest let out a chill and surged into his body, just like when he ran into the Fallen Berserker Tribe. It made Su Ming's body freeze, and his eyes immediately regained clarity.
The moment he regained his senses, Su Ming coughed out a huge mouthful of blood. His eyes became dull, and shock appeared on his face. He immediately retreated without hesitation.
All of this might have seemed to have happened over a long period of time, but in truth, it only happened in an instant.
"Hmm?" A look of interest appeared on the gigantic woman's face in midair. As she watched Su Ming leaving hastily, she suddenly smiled.
"Fei Er, Yan Guang, I want this person alive. Go. He's heavily injured and can't do anything. Bring him … to me." As the gigantic face spoke gently, it slowly disappeared.
Yan Guang quickly lowered his head and voiced his obedience. Han Fei Zi did not speak. She only looked in the direction Su Ming ran off to with a frown on her face. She felt that there was something familiar about Su Ming, but after the short exchange of blows just now, she could not find anything off about him.
Su Ming clutched his chest. That was the place where he felt the most pain. It was as if his heart had shattered, causing blood to continuously flow out of his mouth as he ran forward. The mark of the small sword at the center of his brows also became duller, and there was a faint red mark on it.
'She's Yan Luan!' This was not the first time Su Ming saw the woman's gigantic face. He had seen this woman when He Feng challenged the Chains of Han Mountain in Han Mountain City.
'She's definitely not a normal powerful Berserker in the Transcendence Realm! The Berserker Art she cast just now was enough to kill without leaving a trace! ' Su Ming coughed out a huge mouthful of blood. As he staggered, he brought out South Asunder from his bosom with his right hand and placed it in his mouth before charging forward once again.
Behind him, Han Fei Zi and Yan Guang were chasing after him at full speed.
"Master, this Yan Luan should have already reached the middle stage of the Transcendence Realm … She's also one of the few tribe leaders who can suppress the Elder.
"Lake of Colors Tribe is also clearly different from the other tribes. They don't respect the Elder, but the tribe leader! "She actually came here …" There was a clear hint of fear in He Feng's voice.
When he heard He Feng's words, Su Ming's expression became even darker. He gritted his teeth and continued charging forward at full speed, ignoring his injuries. He ate a large amount of South Asunder on the way, allowing him to maintain his speed. However, due to his continued charging forward, he could not calm down and heal his injuries quickly.
Han Fei Zi and Yan Guang, who were behind him, became increasingly shocked as they chased after him. The two of them originally thought that Su Ming would not be able to run too far away due to his injuries and would not be able to last for long. Yet four hours had already passed, and the guest of Tranquil East Tribe was still charging forward at full speed.
Su Ming's face was pale under the mask. Even if he had South Asunder constantly healing his wounds after fleeing for several hours, if he did not meditate quietly for a period of time, it would still be difficult for him to recover from his injuries. The pain in his chest had not been alleviated by much, and as he continued fleeing, the pain grew stronger, as if his chest was about to shatter.
"Lake of Colors Tribe!" Su Ming memorized the name of the tribe, but he could not stay any longer. He was worried that Yan Luan would appear at any moment. Once she did, it would be difficult for him to escape.
"Master, I don't think Yan Luan will appear again!" He Feng's cautious voice echoed in Su Ming's head with unconcealable nervousness. He did not want Su Ming to die. Once Su Ming died, it would be difficult for him to survive as well.
"Continue!" Su Ming knew that he could not compare to He Feng in terms of experience and intelligence. When he heard He Feng's words, he seemed to have thought of something important.
"Yan Luan's power is shocking. If she could appear at any moment, then all the guests from the other two tribes who entered this place would not be able to survive. She wouldn't even need to send scouts … The reason why she sent Han Fei Zi and Yan Guang to kill you and why we ran into the man in red robes when we walked out of the tunnel means …" He Feng's head spun rapidly as he analyzed the situation.
"This means that Yan Luan is either under great restrictions in this place, or because of something, she has to stay there at all times and can't go out. That's why she can only use the method she used just now to attack," Su Ming immediately said.
"Master, you're wise! Besides, Yan Luan's attack through illusions isn't random either, or else if she appeared now, you wouldn't have been able to escape for such a long time. "He Feng first flattered Su Ming before he voiced out his thoughts.
Su Ming's eyes sparkled. He knew that he could not last much longer. He might still have quite a lot of South Asunder, but if he dragged out the pain in his chest any longer, his body would not be able to withstand it.
"He Feng, I know that you still have some tricks up your sleeves. If I die now, it'll be difficult for you to survive as well. Don't hold back anymore. Hold back Han Fei Zi and Yan Guang for a while! Can you do it?!" Su Ming took a deep breath and sent his thoughts to him.
He Feng fell silent for a moment before he made his decision.
"Master, with my current condition, I can only hold them back for the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn …"
"Alright!" Su Ming stopped moving and immediately sat down cross-legged on the ground. He brought out a few South Asunder and placed them in his mouth. He closed his eyes and immediately circulated the Qi in his body.
Time passed by slowly. Very soon, the white cloud behind Su Ming charged towards him. The moment it was 1,000 feet away from him, a dark light shone on Su Ming's body, and the small person that was He Feng took a step forward.
His face was indistinct. He did not want Han Fei Zi to recognize him and thus make Su Ming unhappy and suspicious. Once he appeared, He Feng lifted his right hand and hurled a punch towards the incoming white cloud in the sky.
Ripples spread out rapidly between the sitting Su Ming and the incoming white cloud. He Feng rushed out, and the dark light around his body spread outwards.
The dim light instantly covered a circular area of 500 feet around Su Ming's body. He Feng sat cross-legged in midair with his eyes closed. His entire body fused with the dim light and disappeared without a trace. With this method, he blocked Han Fei Zi and Yan Guang and bought more time for Su Ming.
Booming sounds rose into the air. Yan Guang's face was filled with killing intent as he continuously rammed the long blue spear in his hands against the dark light, causing it to sway as if it was about to break at any moment.
With just one glance, Han Fei Zi saw Su Ming within the dim light. A strange glint appeared in her eyes, and she attacked right after. White clouds surrounded the screen of dim light. As the pressure closed in, it caused the area covered by the dim light to continuously shrink. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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