Su Ming remained as calm as ever as he faced the middle-aged man in the Berserker Soul Realm. He wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed towards him.
"I am Su Ming from Freezing Sky Clan."
"Freezing Sky Clan?" The middle-aged man cast Su Ming another glance.
"It's unlikely that the people from Freezing Sky Clan would appear here. They're all fighting in the land of the Shamans outside the city." The man spoke slowly as he looked at Su Ming.
His languid words and his focused gaze instantly turned into an invisible pressure that fell on Su Ming's body.
As the two of them spoke, the other six people who were left behind by Su Ming's side were all drenched in blood. However, most of that blood belonged to the Shamans. The oldest among the six was in his sixties. His black hair was mixed with white hair, and the youngest was in his thirties. His eyes shone brightly, as if there was lightning contained within them.
These six people had been outstanding figures in the small-scale battle just now. They had killed a large number of Shamans, and they were the center of attention in their respective battlefields.
The blood on their bodies was the best proof that they were good fighters.
There was also a woman among the six. She had three scars that looked like claws on her face, making it look as if her face had been torn apart. She stood at the edge with an aloof look on her face, as if she did not want to have too much contact with others.
"I had to leave due to some matters on the way here. I'm back now, "Su Ming said calmly as he looked at the middle-aged man. The pressure on him from the middle-aged man in the Berserker Soul Realm was incredibly great, but Su Ming's heart was open. He did not try to hide from the man, and there was not a hint of emotion in his voice when he answered.
"How many Shamans did you kill?" the middle-aged man asked languidly.
Su Ming did not answer. Instead, he put his right hand into his bosom and brought out his storage bag. Once he swung it to the side, dozens of heads flew out from within and floated around him. A bloody stench instantly spread through the area.
Each of the heads contained all sorts of expressions before they died.
"Alright, even if you're a deserter from Freezing Sky Clan, you've already proven your worth. From now on, you are a member of the Berserker Tribe in Sky Mist City!" The middle-aged man's gaze fell on the Spirit Medium's head, the only one he did not attack, and he smiled at Su Ming.
"Some of you are from Freezing Sky Clan, some of you are from Western Sea Clan, and the others are all warriors of Sky Mist City. Now, no matter where you came from, the seven of you will become my followers and my protectors. Come with me and we will attack the Shamans!" The middle-aged man swept his gaze past Su Ming and the seven people. When he spoke of Freezing Sky Clan, he was looking at Su Ming, he was looking at Western Sea Clan's disfigured woman.
"I am Shan Hua, one of the ten great Soul Generals of Heavenly Mist City. Before I die, follow me!" At the same time the middle-aged man said those words, loud booming sounds came from the five cracks in the sky in the direction of the Shamans in Sky Mist City. Dark light shone within them, as if they were about to open up at any moment. It was the same for the two cracks in the direction of the Berserkers. There was also a large number of Berserkers charging towards them from beyond the cracks.
"Follow me!" The middle-aged man, Shan Hua, lifted his head and cast a glance in the direction of the Shaman Tribe. With a single move, distorted ripples immediately appeared under his feet and he charged towards the spot where he was looking.
Behind him, the six people beside Su Ming flew up almost at the same time. Including Su Ming, seven of them followed behind Shan Hua. The eight of them turned into eight long arcs in the sky and sliced through the sky, flying across the mighty Sky Mist City. With Shan Hua in the lead, all the invisible barriers in Sky Mist City were broken beforehand, causing the group to arrive in the sky of the land of the Shamans without stopping for even a moment!
The instant they flew across the mighty Sky Mist City, a bloody wind blew into their faces. It was as if the area beyond the city was a completely different world. This place belonged to the Shamans. That bloody wind formed an indescribable pressure that could make a person's heart race uncontrollably and their Qi tumble about. It was as if they would not be able to withstand it if they did not do so.
The sounds of battle turned into sounds of impact in the most direct manner and fell into the ears of all the people, including Su Ming. Compared to what the others were used to, this was the first time Su Ming participated in a battle in the land of the Shamans. The shrill screams of pain, the furious roars, and the bloody stench made it difficult for him to calm down.
"This is just a game, brother Su." Shan Hua charged ahead, and Su Ming and the other six followed behind him. They leaped across the ground, facing the oppressive pressure and smelling the bloody stench. To Su Ming's right was a young man in his thirties. His hair was a mess, but his eyes were bright, and there was even a hint of excitement within them.
"This is a game to see which side will win in the end." The young man licked his lips and smiled at Su Ming.
The sky was filled with a large amount of people fighting in a battlefield that had more than tens of thousands of people. There were Shamans, Berserkers, and ferocious beasts. Su Ming's group of eight did not attract any attention as they charged through the battlefield.
"Charge into the third crack. Your first mission is to follow me!" Shan Hua's voice traveled forth from the front, and he traveled so quickly that he was already 1,000 feet away in the span of a breath. Su Ming and the other six charged behind him, but when they had traveled less than several thousands of feet through the battlefield, a huge gust of wind immediately stirred up before them. That was a swarm of ferocious beasts with large wings, and on their backs were Shaman warriors.
These Shamans all had Tattoos on their faces, and as their blood boiled, they let out a strange air. These Shamans were insignificant to Shan Hua. He did not even bother dodging. As he charged forward, booming sounds reverberated in the air, and immediately, dozens of large winged ferocious beasts exploded. Even the Shamans on them were torn to shreds, and this entire process only lasted for an instant. They could not even see how Shan Hua attacked. They could only see blood splattering everywhere, and Shan Hua did not stop for even a single moment as he charged through the swarm of beasts.
However, Su Ming and the other six could not be as relaxed as Shan Hua. A small portion of the near 100 ferocious beasts might have died, but there were still dozens of them left. After a short period of time, they gathered together and charged towards Su Ming and the other six.
"What I need are Berserker warriors who can follow behind me." Shan Hua did not turn his head back, neither did he stop, but his voice still echoed in Su Ming and the other six's ears.
Almost the instant his voice echoed in the air, the sounds of battle surged into the sky. The dozens of ferocious beasts roared and charged forward with a murderous presence. A dozen of the Shamans on their backs leaped forward, and cracking sounds came from all over their bodies. Their bodies swelled up, veins popped up on their skin, and it was as if their blood was boiling in anger.
Su Ming's right eye was bloodshot. Almost the instant the Shamans and the ferocious beasts blocked his path, he took a swift step forward. His speed was so quick that it was difficult to describe with words. In an instant, he disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already 2,000 feet away. Blood trickled out of the corners of Su Ming's mouth. There were five Shamans on the invisible path he was charging towards them, and only then did their bodies explode into pieces.
Their deaths were caused by Su Ming ramming into them with his own defensive methods while he was charging forward at such a high speed!
Su Ming did not stop. Once he appeared, he charged towards Shan Hua in the distance once again and chased after him. Almost at the same time he chased after Shan Hua at such a high speed, only three of the remaining six people behind him used various methods to break free from the encirclement of the Shamans. Once they broke free, they chased after Shan Hua behind Su Ming.
Yet in less than ten breaths, when Shan Hua once again broke through the encirclement of the Shamans, there was one less person among Su Ming's group of four who could chase after him.
At that moment, the only ones behind Shan Hua were Su Ming, the woman whose face had been destroyed, and a middle-aged man who had remained inconspicuous among the crowd.
The three of them charged forward, their breathing quickening. Clearly, it was not easy for them to follow Shan Hua in this manner.
At that moment, Shan Hua had already charged into the center of the battlefield. Not too far away from him was the third crack. At that moment, that crack was continuously expanding, and there were a large amount of dark shadows flashing within. There were also muffled growls coming from within.
If there was no obstruction between Su Ming and the others and the crack, then they would be able to reach it very soon, but that was not the case. There were four ferocious beasts that were about 1,000 feet big charging towards them from the direction of the crack.
A glint appeared in Shan Hua's eyes. He took a step forward and disappeared before one of the ferocious beasts. When he reappeared, the ferocious beast froze and its entire body started withering away. Even the Shaman standing on it was momentarily stunned before the light of life disappeared from his eyes and he fell to the ground.
Su Ming's pupils shrank. He had seen Shan Hua attack a few times on the way, but every single time, he could not see the specifics of what he did. Besides the word 'bizarre', it was difficult for him to find any other word to describe what he saw.
Shan Hua moved in a flash and got closer to the crack. However, Su Ming and the other two behind him were facing the three ferocious beasts and the Shamans standing on them.
A resolute look appeared in Su Ming's eyes. When he closed in on the incoming ferocious beast, He Feng, who had given up on his puppet form and turned back into a shadow, was the first to rush out. At the same time, Su Ming lifted his right hand and pointed at Berserker Obliteration. His speed reached its peak, and the bracelet on his right hand turned into black mist that charged forward before him.
Booming sounds shook the sky. After a moment, when Su Ming brushed past the ferocious beast, he coughed out a huge mouthful of blood. The Divine General Armor on his chest shattered. A black wooden spike was blocked by Han Mountain Bell, but the tremors coming from the wooden spike still injured Su Ming.
As for the ferocious beast, half of its body had been torn to shreds. Blood spilled all over the place. There was a dark shadow at the wound, and as it absorbed the beast's flesh and blood madly, it tried to expand, but the ferocious beast was too big. The dark shadow had a hard time enveloping it completely.
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