Su Ming did not know how much time had passed, because the sky was still filled with green fog. That fog was tumbling about, and the booming sounds coming from within did not stop.
The sounds of battle, screams of pain, and all sorts of other sounds fused together, as if they had turned into a tone that would never change. Under that tone, everything repeated, repeated, and repeated.
It was as if his insignificant self in this battle was killing, killing, and killing again. Gradually, that fatigue grew deeper, and people could not help but fall into a daze.
Yet the result of falling into a daze was usually death. If they died, they would fall into an eternal slumber. If they lived, then they would receive a forceful stimulation that could bring them a short period of excitement, but that excitement came from draining their lives … After that short period of excitement, they would fall into an even deeper fatigue and a daze.
How many people could avoid the moment of life and death brought by their first daze in this state of exhaustion? Perhaps they could do it once, or twice, but three times, four times, and countless times … This was a battle where not only were the Shamans their enemies, they were also their own enemies.
The slaughter continued without end. Blood continuously seeped into the ground, causing the Shamans beyond Sky Mist City to flow with rivers of blood. The blood on the ground and the ripples that spilled into the air were like countless pairs of aloof eyes that were watching everything cruelly.
He Feng had already returned to Su Ming's side. This was not out of his own will, but because Su Ming's roar had stirred up the Wings of the Moon, forcing He Feng to return.
When he returned to Su Ming's side, he occupied the gigantic ferocious beast's body from before. However, there was only half of its body left, but it was still alive, strangely enough.
The battle continued. Su Ming did not know how many Shamans he had killed, neither did he know how many wounds he had on his body, neither did he know how many times his Divine General Armor had crumbled. In fact, even Han Mountain Bell had been forced back into his body by a large amount of divine abilities, causing injuries to appear on his body.
It was especially so for his chest. There was a nearly fatal wound there. That wound had been caused by a long spear charging towards him from the side when the woman in the black aura his eldest senior brother had given him flew out to block another attack for him.
This was a battlefield. There were too many unchangeable factors and too many enemies. It was not a one-on-one fight …
As the battle continued, Su Ming did not know where he was in the battlefield. He only saw a familiar head flying into the sky after it was cut off by a Shaman. Su Ming did not know this person's name, but he had seen him before. He was a disciple of Freezing Sky Clan.
The head fell in front of Su Ming. There was confusion on the person's face, but there was also a hint of relief, as if he had finally closed his eyes from his exhaustion.
Su Ming looked at the person's head and lifted his right hand swiftly before slamming his palm down behind him. Booming sounds and whistling sounds came from behind him. Those booming sounds came from a Shaman who had suddenly appeared behind him and was sent tumbling backwards. Those whistling sounds came from the small virescent sword chasing after him and piercing through him.
Su Ming opened his left hand and a pile of ashes disappeared. It was a stone coin.
He had already swallowed a lot of medicine so that he could maintain his combat abilities. He had also spent a large amount of stone coins so that he could continue spreading his divine sense outwards. Not only did it increase his chances of survival, it also allowed the small virescent sword to maintain its sharpness.
In this battlefield, all divine abilities could not compare to the speed and convenience of a clean kill. Su Ming's speed was sometimes fast, sometimes slow. When he attacked, his killing intent would always be present. Once he killed his opponent, he gradually learned not to continue fighting. Instead, he would immediately retreat and head towards another direction.
"Su Ming!" In the midst of this muddleheaded slaughter, Su Ming killed a Shaman. His face was pale and a wound so deep to the bone could be seen on his thigh. At that moment, a surprised voice reached his ears.
Su Ming turned around. He was still a little dazed, but even so, when he spread his divine sense outwards, he instinctively protected himself. He saw a man who had cut off a Shaman's head and was looking at him. Su Ming had seen this person before. He was a disciple of Freezing Sky Clan.
The man's eyes were also bloodshot. He was exhausted. Once he gave Su Ming a nod, he quickly left.
'This feels like a dream …' Su Ming turned his head around and continued moving forward. As he continued killing, he was exhausted. The sounds of battle by his ears seemed to have become an eternal sound that continued echoing in his ears.
He saw Shamans with different ferocious beasts. He also saw some people wearing masks among the Shamans. These people were the same as Su Ming. They moved through the battlefield, and wherever they went, blood would rain down endlessly.
All the masked Shamans exuded a powerful murderous aura. Normal Berserkers were not their opponents. Su Ming could vaguely see that the Berserkers who could fight against these masked people were also masked people.
However, the Berserkers who wore masks had black masks, which was completely different from the Berserkers' white masks.
As Su Ming continued killing in a daze, the near-fatal wound on his chest was caused by a long spear thrown by a masked Shaman. There was a cross-shaped crack on that person's mask. Once he threw the long spear, he cast a cold glance at Su Ming from the distance before he turned around and left.
Su Ming saw all of this, but he was still in a daze due to his fatigue. As the sounds of battle echoed indistinctly in his ears, Su Ming took a step forward and arrived before a young Shaman. This was a Shaman who still looked like a child. His face was covered in blood, and he was roaring as he charged forward. When Su Ming walked past him and took his head, the young man coughed out blood and took a few more steps forward before he fell.
Su Ming walked past him numbly and arrived beside another male Shaman. When he walked past him, the man's head was in Su Ming's hands, but the moment his head was separated from his body, he chose to self-destruct. The booming sounds and the impact that stirred up caused blood to flow out of Su Ming's mouth, but he did not stop. He continued walking forward.
As he walked forward, Su Ming's Divine General Armor seemed to have been infected by his fatigue after being destroyed and reconstructed multiple times. Its recovery speed started slowing down. His Han Mountain Bell was also struck by the scattered divine abilities that were not aimed at Su Ming in the battlefield filled with countless people, causing bell chimes to ring from Su Ming's body. He Feng was also nowhere to be found. He was scattered by the crowd, and since he had the body of a ferocious beast, it was inevitable that he would be misunderstood by the Berserkers who had gone berserk.
If this continued, then perhaps Su Ming would survive the battle, but there was a higher possibility that he would walk towards death in his dazed state.
Right before Su Ming's eyes, he saw an incredibly familiar face among the dozen something Berserkers who were surrounded and attacked by a group of Shamans in the distance.
That face was dyed in blood, and at that moment, there was a resolute look on his face as he continued fighting madly.
That person's appearance caused Su Ming's dazed state to freeze for a moment. With his own eyes, he saw the Shaman who was fighting against this person coughing out a mouthful of black blood at the price of his own life, even though he was heavily injured, towards the person Su Ming knew.
That blood clearly contained a destructive power. If anyone was hit by that blood, it would definitely pierce through their face and skull!
Su Ming's pupils shrank. At that instant, he woke up from his dazed state, as if he had just woken up from a dream.
The sounds of battle in his ears immediately became clear from their muddled state. The world before his eyes also became complete in an instant.
"Zi Che …" Su Ming mumbled. Without a hint of hesitation, the moment he woke up, he took a huge step forward. With that one step, the sounds of battle disappeared from his ears and were replaced by a piercing sound of something slicing through the air. With an indescribable speed, he suddenly rushed out.
He was so quick that before the Shaman's blood landed on Zi Che's face, Su Ming had already traveled several thousands of feet and appeared before Zi Che. The violent gust of wind he stirred up almost instantly swept away the black blood and made it disappear. As for the heavily injured Shaman, he did not even have the time to check what had happened before he felt as if a wall had crashed into his face. His body tumbled backwards, and his body crumbled due to the powerful gust of wind.
"Uncle master!" Zi Che's voice traveled into Su Ming's ears. He staggered. The continuous battles and the repeated use of that extreme speed had caused Su Ming's mind to become exhausted. His body had also reached its limit, but he still took a step forward and swiftly attacked with that extreme speed.
With Su Ming's help, the dozen something Berserkers who were surrounded by the Shamans fought back with all their might. They fought as they retreated, and after a moment, when a large number of the Shamans had died, they broke free from the encirclement.
By then, Su Ming had already coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood. As he staggered, Zi Che caught him. The other Berserkers were all injured. In their exhaustion, they quickly surrounded Zi Che and Su Ming to protect them. They looked around warily and retreated.
Zi Che's voice sounded very far away in Su Ming's ears. Su Ming looked at the anxious Zi Che and closed his eyes. When he opened them the next instant, he nodded his head.
"Zi Che, he's your uncle master?"
"He's so fast, especially the wind he stirred up when he moved. It's like a divine ability!"
"Zi Che, what's your uncle master's name?" The Berserkers who were protecting Zi Che and Su Ming as they retreated asked one after another.
"My name is Su Ming." Su Ming took a deep breath. He no longer needed Zi Che's support. Once he brought out some medicine and swallowed it, he retreated with the dozen something people.
"We don't even know whether we'll be able to survive in this battlefield, so let's not bother with seniority. Brother Su, there's something off with you. Are you a Shaman Hunter who fought alone?" The dozen something Berserkers were very orderly as they retreated. The eight people at the periphery did not split their attention at all. As they retreated, they fought against the Shamans who closed in on them. Then, they would quickly switch places with their companions behind them and rest for a while.
There's one more chapter later, and I'll make up for yesterday's fifth chapter! (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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