There were nearly a thousand people fighting fiercely in the battlefield above Sky Mist City. As time passed by, as the number of deaths increased, and as incomplete corpses fell from the sky, the area of the battle should have been smaller.
The area of the battle should have been reduced, but that was not all. Instead, it had become even larger, because this was Sky Mist City. The number of Berserkers in this place was so great that it was hard to imagine. The battle in the sky was just a small one compared to the entire battlefield.
Besides, a large number of Shamans were dying. Due to the fact that this was the home ground of the Berserkers, the warriors were continuously joining the fray. That was why even though the number of Shamans was decreasing, the scale of the battle was still increasing.
However, the battle here was just a small part of this small scale battle. The main point of the battle was not this place, but the black fog at the top. At that moment, as booming sounds erupted from within the black fog, four tall statues of the God of Berserkers appeared.
Those four statues belonged to the four powerful Berserkers in the Berserker Soul Realm. These statues did not seem to have corporeal form and looked rather illusionary, as if they would disappear with a gust of wind, but that was just an imagination.
Berserkers in the Berserker Soul Realm could manifest their statues of the God of Berserkers. This ability caused the strength of those in the Berserker Soul Realm to be something that those in the Bone Sacrifice Realm could not hope to fight against. In everyone's minds, only those in the Berserker Soul Realm could kill those in the Berserker Soul Realm.
The battle in the black fog had reached its most intense state. The battle between the Berserkers and Shamans in the sky below was also nearing its end. The Shamans died one after another, and the ferocious beasts they summoned also fell one by one.
Su Ming's robes had turned blood-red. At first glance, even if people could tell that his robes were not originally red, they could still feel the terrifying bloodlust and madness that came from his robes.
It was especially so for Su Ming's eyes. His left eye was calm, and his right eye was bloodshot. His long hair, which was not black, danced in the air, the green sword light surrounded him, and a puppet with a bloody face and tattered clothes following behind him.
This person had practically become a strange figure that caught everyone's attention in this small scale battle.
Because wherever that person went, no matter what level of cultivation the Shamans had, all of them would die a miserable and shrill death. Even Medial Shamans would usually find it difficult to escape death when the person lifted his right hand and the bracelet on his wrist would turn into black smoke that surrounded him.
It was a presence that was nearly invincible. It was a murderous aura that was formed after someone killed too many people. A large amount of souls seemed to have gathered on that blood-red robe, causing whimpering roars to fill the area as Su Ming walked.
Many people remembered this figure on that day. Besides his invincible presence, it was also because his appearance would save a life, a life belonging to the Berserkers.
He seemed to have gotten used to silence. Su Ming did not roar or laugh arrogantly on the battlefield. He remained silent and continued killing. At that moment, Su Ming appeared before a Shaman. When that Shaman saw Su Ming, his expression instantly changed and he quickly retreated. He had seen Su Ming attack three times, and every single time, his side would die. Among the three people who died, one of them was a Medial Shaman in the middle stage of the Bone Sacrifice Realm!
Yet the moment that Shaman took three steps back, all the hair on his body stood up. Su Ming appeared behind him like a ghost and swung his sword coldly. When he turned around and left, the puppet behind him and Feng Ying attacked with a sinister smile.
Su Ming walked through the battlefield and killed his way through. He did not know how many people he had killed. The Divine General Armor on his body had already crumbled several times, and even if there was a Rune protecting him, it was still the same.
The armor that appeared once again could not form a Rune within it. Its defense might have been weakened, but Su Ming's murderous aura was still remembered by all the people on the battlefield, and it was equivalent to an invisible armor.
He had already taken in a lot of medicine, and that was the only reason why he could persevere. Otherwise, it would have been very difficult for him to maintain his composure in this battlefield where he was not fighting alone.
Fortunately, Su Ming had prepared quite a lot of medicine. At that moment, he appeared behind a Shaman and rammed his body into him. Once the already heavily injured Shaman's body was reduced to dust, Su Ming was just about to leave when his footsteps suddenly came to a halt.
He turned his head around slowly and looked at a person on the battlefield several thousands of feet away.
That person looked to be in his thirties. His upper body was bare, and it was covered in blood. There was a strong and sturdy air about him. This was a Shaman!
He was holding a Berserker's body and biting down on the man's neck as if he was sucking his blood. Blood flowed down the man's body and dripped down the corner of his mouth.
His eyes were staring coldly at Su Ming. He lifted his head from the neck of the man he was holding and yanked the Berserker's head off his body. He lifted the head high, causing the blood that was dripping down to fall into the man's mouth.
Su Ming knew the dead Berserker. He was Zhang Tian Ta's companion, the aloof man who had been the first to welcome Su Ming.
Even when the man died, his eyes were still cold and aloof.
Su Ming looked at this scene and saw the male Shaman pointing at him with his left hand. He licked his lips as if he was saying something, but his words were hidden in the sounds of battle and Su Ming could not hear them.
However, he could see the male Shaman's intentions, because the man threw away the head and suddenly took a step towards Su Ming. He was not slow, and as if he was stirring up a huge gust of wind, he charged towards Su Ming.
As he moved forward, a large number of shadows manifested behind him. All of them belonged to the Berserkers he had killed, and one of them was Zhang Tian Ta's companion.
There were more than twenty of these shadows, and as they surrounded the man, they were like ghosts accompanying him as he closed in on Su Ming.
'Spirit Medium …' Su Ming's pupils shrank and he took a step forward, stirring up an even stronger gust of wind that swept in all directions as he charged towards the man.
The distance between the two of them closed in, and after a moment, the instant they closed in on each other, they started fighting. As the man attacked, a large amount of vengeful spirits charged towards him. Some of these vengeful spirits belonged to Berserkers, and some belonged to Shamans!
Su Ming was not the only one fighting in this battlefield. There were several dozens of them, and all the Shamans who were still alive were all Spirit Mediums!
If a Spirit Medium was placed in a place where there were not too many dead people, then their combat abilities would be limited. However, if they were placed in a battlefield and a large number of people died, then Spirit Mediums would become incredibly powerful.
This was the Shaman Tribe's unique method of warfare!
Booming sounds reverberated in the battlefield. After a moment, as the people fought against each other, the black fog in the sky suddenly looked as if it was torn apart by someone. It was as if a pair of invisible hands had torn apart the fog in the sky. As the booming sounds reverberated in the air, the Aquatic Dragon exploded, and with a shrill roar, it turned into a large amount of blood fog that swept up the three old Shamans who looked the same as it and charged towards the land of the Shamans as if they were escaping through blood.
Just as two of the four powerful Berserkers from Sky Mist City were about to give chase, the middle-aged man by their side lifted his hand and stopped them with a grave expression.
"My fellow tribesmen, please do not chase after them … The Shamans' goal might be to enter the land of the Berserkers, but they must first destroy Sky Mist City and occupy it, or else even the old monsters in the upper echelons of the Shaman Tribe will hesitate if we let them in.
"Also, there's something off about this. The Shamans' End Split Dawn can only use this sort of Relocation once every half a year, so why are there only three Latter Shamans and one inferior sacred beast …?
"Based on our plans and predictions, along with some other information, the Shamans only have one pair of End Split Dawn. They only have one chance like this, and they should have sent out even more powerful forces. Sky Mist City has also made meticulous preparations for this, but now, our prey doesn't appear, and we can't use it …" The middle-aged man frowned.
"Are you saying that they're intentionally luring us into chasing after them?" a hunchbacked old man among the four old monsters in the Berserker Soul Realm asked in a hoarse voice.
"This is …" The middle-aged man was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed drastically. The other three old men's expressions also changed, because at that moment, as the sounds of battle rose into the sky in the gigantic battlefield outside Sky Mist City, cracks similar to the ones that appeared in the sky above Sky Mist City previously appeared in five different spots in the sky!
But that was not all. Behind Sky Mist City, in the territory belonging to the Berserkers, another crack appeared in the sky, and this time, it was not just one, but two!
Two gigantic cracks in addition to the five cracks in the sky above the Shamans shone at the same time!
The middle-aged man's expression instantly turned dark. With one move, he charged downwards.
"I'll have to trouble the three of you with the cracks in the Berserker Tribe's Shamans!" As the middle-aged man's voice echoed in the air, his body flashed several dozens of times among the people fighting underneath. Every single time he flashed, he would appear beside a Shaman Spirit Medium, and no matter what Spell that Spirit Medium cast, no matter how strong his divine abilities were, once the middle-aged man appeared, he would pierce through the center of his brows with one finger and die.
The middle-aged man was so quick that in the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Su Ming. Yet the instant he appeared, the male Shaman fighting against Su Ming coughed out blood and his body was torn to pieces. This was not caused by the middle-aged man, but by Su Ming slowly lowering his right index finger and drawing one line with Berserker Obliteration.
Su Ming's face was pale and his breathing quickened. Only he knew just how dangerous this battle was.
The middle-aged man cast Su Ming a glance and nodded. His body disappeared, and after a moment, when he appeared in midair, all the Shaman Spirit Mediums on the battlefield had died.
"You, you, and you … The seven of you, follow me. The rest of you, head to the battlefield over there!" The middle-aged man pointed towards the crack that had appeared in the land of the Berserkers in the distance.
Once he pointed, the crowd immediately charged up and charged towards the two cracks under the lead of the three powerful Berserkers in the Berserker Soul Realm in the sky.
More people flew out from Sky Mist City and joined in. Two old men in white also flew up. As they moved forward, the air under their feet trembled, and the statue of the God of Berserkers manifested behind them. These two people were also in the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm. The two of them flew into the sky and wrapped their fists in their palms to greet the three people from before before walking towards the cracks with grim expressions on their faces.
Su Ming did not move, because he was one of the seven people the middle-aged man had pointed at!
"The seven of you performed the best in the battle just now. I've seen the others before, but you're a little unfamiliar. What's your name? Which tribe or clan did you come from?" The middle-aged man's gaze was like lightning. Once he swept his gaze past the seven people who stayed behind, he looked at Su Ming.
There was a mistake in the pen, but it has been corrected. (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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