As the two hundred thousand feet ferocious beasts died shrilly, the three powerful Shamans who walked out from the air came to a halt. At that moment, all the Berserkers in the land of the Shamans outside Sky Mist City charged into battle as the sound of the war drums thundered against each other.
At the same time, the entire Heavenly Mist City trembled once more as the light from the nine gigantic crystal pillars surrounded it. Soon after, a gigantic stone tablet that was one hundred thousand feet tall and ten thousand feet wide suddenly rose from the plaza in the center of Heavenly Mist City. Its height surpassed the nine crystal pillars, and as it stood in the middle of Heavenly Mist City, an ancient feeling spread out along with the appearance of the stone tablet.
There were names carved on the stone monument, and behind each name was the name, which represented the tribe or clan the person came from. This stone monument was the Achievement Monument that recorded the Berserkers' achievements in the Land of South Morning!
Once it appeared, the sounds of battle from the Berserkers on the battlefield became even more intense. The names on the Achievement Monument would not change at any time. Instead, once a battle ended, there would be someone specifically assigned to record the achievements before it could be changed.
However, all the people whose names were recorded on the stone monument would be the center of attention of all the Berserkers. It was an honor that belonged to the Berserker Tribe. It was an honor that belonged to the person whose name was recorded on the monument, his tribe, and his clan.
The stone monument only recorded the first 300 kills. Those who were ranked after 300 would not be able to enter the ranks!
At that moment, the person ranked first was a person called He Luo. This person was not from Freezing Sky, and neither was he from Western Sea. He came from a tribe called Luo Shui, and his war achievements had already reached nearly 3,000.
The accumulation of war achievements did not just increase by one point with each person killed. Instead, it was calculated by the people specifically assigned to Sky Mist City based on the identities and levels of cultivation of the people killed.
The person ranked tenth had nearly 2,000 war achievements, and the difference between them was not great. It was only when he was ranked 80th that his war achievements fell below 1,000. However, even the person ranked last still had several hundreds of war achievements.
This was clearly the accumulation of war achievements from the previous battles. The earlier a person joined the battle, the more war achievements they would accumulate. Su Ming had arrived at Sky Mist City late, and he had not submitted his war achievements yet, that was why his name could not be seen on the ranking board.
At the same time the stone monument appeared, the three powerful Shamans who had appeared from the air in the distance stood in midair with dark expressions on their faces.
They were not End Shamans. They were still Latter Shamans, but they were outstanding Latter Shamans. Their levels of cultivation were equivalent to those in the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm, and they could not be compared to the three Shamans who had walked out of the crack in the land of Berserkers just now. Those three Shamans who looked exactly the same were also not End Shamans, but had just become Latter Shamans.
Just as their expressions turned dark, the powerful Berserkers who were previously in the crack charged towards them. But that was not all, because Freezing Sky Clan's Frozen Ice Heaven was exuding a threatening, freezing air from its two sides. The tip of the sword moved and pointed towards the three of them.
At the same time, the huge mirror of the Western Sea Clan flickered with light, as if a divine ability was also spreading out.
Half of the eighteen gigantic statues at the foot of Heavenly Mist City had already come to life, and they were striding toward the battlefield with loud rumbling sounds as if they had been resurrected.
"Based on the Great Patriarch's instructions, our third attack on the city was just a test. Our goal is different from the previous two attacks. This time, we're testing the expansion of the End Shaman's Split Dawn, and we're also using this to deplete Sky Mist City's God Crystal Beam …
"By the looks of it, the Berserkers have clearly seen through the Great Patriarch's plan, but they still haven't sent out any Berserkers in the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm. They only sent some Berserkers in the initial stage …
'They're targeting the three of us. Sky Mist City wants to use us to figure out the strength of the Shaman Tribe over the years, huh …? Western Sea Clan's Ancient Mirror is indeed disgusting. With it around, all the divine abilities we cast will be recorded by it, and the Berserkers will then use them for their own use!
"As for Freezing Sky Clan's Frozen Ice Heaven, that sword … shouldn't be using its full strength against the three of us."
"Hmph, the Berserkers are skilled in using bait. That's how it was before. By the looks of it now, they're using the three of us as bait to lure out an End Shaman …"
The three powerful Shamans looked at each other, then two of them took a step forward. Ripples appeared in the air under their feet, and muffled booming sounds spread out. A large amount of green fog instantly appeared around them. As that fog spread out, it tumbled outwards, and in an instant, it filled the entire area.
Soon after, the last of the three sat down cross-legged and lifted his hands to push down on the ground through the air. With it, ripples spread out from the ground, and shrill roars came from the blood of the dead on the ground.
Almost at the instant these three people executed their divine abilities, the four powerful Berserkers in the Berserker Soul Realm charged out from the cracks that had disappeared previously and rushed into the fog. Muffled booming sounds continued ringing out from within the fog. At the same time, the gigantic mirror in Western Sea Clan tilted as it shone, causing the surface of the mirror to shine on the fog.
As for Freezing Sky Clan's Frozen Ice Heaven, once the tip of the sword was pointed, a white light appeared on the sword hilt and swam through the entire blade before gathering at the tip of the sword and spitting out a ray of sword light!
The moment that ray of sword light appeared, the sky and earth turned cold. That ray of light seemed to possess intelligence and charged towards the fog. Once it pierced through it, it looked as if it was fighting against the three Shamans together with the four powerful Berserkers.
A battle broke out once again on the ground and under the green fog in the sky.
A glint appeared in Shan Hua's eyes when he saw Su Ming. He turned his head around and cast a glance at Su Ming and the disfigured woman. Once he nodded, he charged towards the fog in the sky.
"The two of you have passed my test. I will now grant you the title of Sky Mist Night Warriors!" As Shan Hua left, his words fell into Su Ming and the woman's ears. Two other black plates flew out from Shan Hua's hand and charged towards the two of them.
Su Ming lifted his right hand and caught the plate. It looked incredibly normal. It was completely black, and that black color was like the night sky without any stars.
'Seven people followed, and five died …' Su Ming sighed and looked at the plate in his hand. He did not have much of an impression towards this item, neither did he know what it meant.
Su Ming had originally wanted to be a bystander and witness the battle between the Shamans and Berserkers. Even if he joined, he would be fighting for himself. Yet this was only his first battle, and he already had a feeling that it would not be easy for him to do what he wanted. Perhaps there would be many times where he would not be able to control himself.
"I'd suggest that you hang that plate at a conspicuous spot on your waist." As Su Ming sighed, the words of the woman from Western Sea Clan reached his ears. She looked at him coldly and hung her plate on the belt of her robes.
"Sky Mist City's War Orders are divided into four levels: Sun, Moon, Star, and Night. With Night Orders, it means that you now belong to Sky Mist City. Because of that, even your clan will not be able to interfere or punish you for your actions. Before the battle ends, only Sky Mist City can give you orders," the woman stated coldly.
"There are plenty of people in this battlefield who want to obtain Sky Mist City's War Orders but can't get them, because Sky Mist City's War Orders can only be given to those in the Berserker Soul Realm in Sky Mist City. We didn't pay much of a price, and we only got this because senior Shan saw everything we did.
"But there are plenty of people who paid a greater price than us. Because no one paid attention to them, they either died, or they couldn't get the War Orders. Are you still not satisfied?" The woman no longer looked at Su Ming. Instead, she charged towards the battlefield in the distance.
Su Ming fell silent and looked at the plate in his hand. He did not choose to hang it up, but instead put it away in his bosom, then turned around and charged in the opposite direction of the woman's departure, charging towards the battlefield in the vast land of the Shamans.
There were battles everywhere in this place. The Shamans and Berserkers fought against each other to the death. The low roars and screams of pain, the sounds of flesh being torn apart, and the sounds of physical bodies being crushed intersected with each other, turning into a clamor and buzzing in Su Ming's ears. Besides the powerful Berserkers fighting in the fog in the sky, all the other people on the battlefield were insignificant. They were just a part of this war.
Su Ming did not know how long this war would last. He could only rush forward and kill all the Shamans he saw before him.
This was a completely different feeling compared to the battle in the land of the Berserkers in Sky Mist City. Compared to this place, the battlefield there was simply too small, and Su Ming could not see the end of this place. All he could see was his companions from the Berserker Tribe and the endless army of Shamans.
Kill! He could only kill! Su Ming held the small virescent sword in his right hand, and as he charged forward, blood rained down from the sky.
Kill! He had to kill! With a swing of his arm, black smoke surrounded Su Ming's body. Whenever someone who could threaten Su Ming's life appeared, that black smoke would automatically fly out and turn into a woman who would follow behind the Shaman. She would either kill them or force them to retreat.
To survive, to be able to see tomorrow's sun even though they were insignificant beings in this battlefield, then they had to kill, because if they did not kill, then they would die. This war was like a will so strong that no one could fight against it. Under this will, if they did not kill, they would die!
Unless they pretended to be corpses and smeared their blood on their faces. If they did that, then perhaps they would have another way to survive. As Su Ming moved forward, he saw people who did this. There were Shamans and Berserkers among them.
However, this was not a good plan, because he needed war achievements and because he needed to collect heads … Unless he lost his head, then if he had a complete body, his head would inevitably be taken by someone else.
"Kill!" Su Ming's eyes were bloodshot and his entire body was drenched in blood. With a loud roar, he circulated all the Qi in his body and punched a Shaman's chest. Bell chimes reverberated in his body, and he withstood the Shaman's counterattack before his death. As he coughed out blood, he charged towards another person at full speed.
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