"Oh well, don't go look for your team. Just stay with us, or else if you're alone in this gigantic battlefield, you'll be in a constant state of absent-mindedness." A middle-aged man who was also drenched in blood moved back from the periphery and panted harshly as he spoke to Su Ming. This person had extraordinary power and had already reached the Bone Sacrifice Realm.
"Uncle master, he's Yan Bo, the leader of our team," Zi Che quickly explained. Zi Che quickly explained by the side. Once he saw Su Ming, he naturally reverted to his usual self and followed behind him, looking around warily.
"I can tell that you have extraordinary power, and your speed is even more shocking. How about this? You can rest inside first. We'll take turns outside. Once you've recovered a little, you can join us!" The middle-aged man spoke quickly. Once he finished speaking, he moved and switched places with the eight people outside once again, causing the dozen something people in the team to continue fighting as they continued retreating.
Su Ming took a deep breath. He was no longer in a daze. Everything that had happened just now was like a dream when he thought back to it. From the middle-aged man's words and the changes in the positions of his team members, Su Ming found the reason behind his absent-mindedness.
"I've rested enough." A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. When the eight people outside retreated and switched places once again, he took a step forward and stood at the periphery.
'This isn't a single person's fight …' Su Ming stood at the periphery of the team. He understood the reason for his current state. Fatigue was a part of it, and the repeated killings were also a part of it. But more importantly, he did not have his own team. He was alone, and he was continuously fighting on the battlefield.
No matter how strong a person's will was, if they continued like this, they would break down sooner or later, unless they were those who had gone through the trials of war and had tempered themselves. This sort of person would be valued by those in the Bone Sacrifice Realm even if they were just in the Transcendence Realm. If they were in the Bone Sacrifice Realm, then they would definitely be valued by those in the Berserker Soul Realm.
Because this sort of person … was a Warrior!
Only they could break through their limits in this war and at the same time their level of cultivation increased, they could also bring forth their strongest power. Their willpower was so strong that even if the sky fell and the earth was destroyed, it would not be destroyed in the slightest. No matter how dangerous a crisis they ran into, their willpower would not break down.
Perhaps … this was what the Shaman Tribe and Berserker Tribe needed to train up such a person!
'My willpower is still not strong enough …' A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes and he sucked in a deep breath of the unique atmosphere in the battlefield. He was no longer absent-minded, but instead started fighting against the incoming Shamans once again at the periphery of the team.
This time, he was not fighting alone. He had Zi Che by his side, as well as his companions who had protected him when he was tired just now.
Under his careful observation, Su Ming saw that there was an endless number of such teams on the battlefield. As for the Shamans, while there might seem to be quite a large number of them fighting alone, Su Ming gradually realized that there were also teams like this among them.
Those who ventured out alone were usually those with strong wills, and they used this to train themselves.
Su Ming understood now!
"What war trains is one's willpower. Willpower is formless, but it can be used to refine people into experts. This is a path to becoming an expert!" Understanding appeared in Su Ming's eyes. As he attacked, green light shone, and the incoming Shaman immediately chose to retreat.
'I have too few divine abilities … and I'm using my Enchanted Treasures incorrectly!' Calmness appeared in Su Ming's left eye once again, and it formed a stark contrast with the blood-red madness in his right eye.
Without any hesitation, he struck his chest with his left hand, and Han Mountain Bell instantly manifested around him. It floated in midair and let out bell chimes. As the bell chimes spread out, Su Ming formed a seal with his right hand and pointed at the bell.
Immediately, Han Mountain Bell grew larger and crashed down on the ground before him.
The ground nearby trembled, and when Han Mountain Bell was lifted up, the ground was already a bloody mess.
'Defense is important, but offense is even more important! If I have enough defense, then I'll definitely lack the will that won't perish when I go through life and death! ' Su Ming felt as if a bolt of lightning had sliced through his head. He spread his arms wide and a large amount of lightning suddenly swam through his body, turning into four balls of lightning around him. Bolts of lightning shot out from the air, causing the place where he stood to be filled with thunderous booms.
The four balls of lightning shot out with a howl and fell into the incoming Shamans, causing booming sounds to reverberate in the air.
'I was wrong. Even if this is a war, it's also a great chance for me to train my divine abilities!' Su Ming patted the storage bag in his bosom with his right hand and brought out a beast skin. Once he unfurled it, he coughed out a mouthful of blood. Immediately, the beast skin turned into a red glow and disappeared. Soon after, a red meadow appeared under Su Ming's feet.
The instant the meadow appeared, it immediately started absorbing the blood on the ground madly. It moved with Su Ming, and it was a terrifying sight to behold. As it absorbed the blood, the area of the meadow expanded, and as it continued absorbing and expanding, Su Ming could clearly feel waves of cold air coming from under his feet. Once that cold air swam through his body, it seemed to make his fatigue lessen by a large margin.
The meadow was only effective for him alone. The other Berserkers beside him were completely useless. Once Su Ming noticed this, he immediately controlled the meadow's expansion so that it only existed under his feet and did not spread out further.
Han Mountain Bell crashed down with a loud bang, the balls of lightning continued exploding, and the small sword whistled through the air, causing Su Ming's group to retreat at a shocking speed. Wherever they went, most of the invading Shamans would retreat.
If that was all, perhaps the slightly more powerful Shamans would not have been able to avoid all of them. However, as Han Mountain Bell continued crashing down and piercing screeches came from within, a glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He formed a seal and pointed forward. A ray of black light flew out from Han Mountain Bell, and the area around Su Ming's team turned into a land of death.
What was even more shocking was that once the black light appeared, the ferocious beasts of the Shaman Tribe started wailing when they got close to them. It was as if they did not dare to come closer and were retreating desperately, as if there was something terrifying in this place.
Zi Che was still fine, but the team members beside him, including the team leader in the initial stage of the Bone Sacrifice Realm, Yan Bo, also sucked in a sharp breath. They would occasionally look at Su Ming strangely.
"Brother Su, I understand why you're fighting alone in this battlefield … Even if you're not a Shaman Hunter, you'll definitely become one of them soon." Yan Bo wrapped his fist in his palm towards Su Ming. All the people around him looked at Su Ming with respect.
Zi Che immediately explained softly beside Su Ming.
There was a small group of people who were not in the Berserker Soul Realm during the war between the Berserker Tribe and the Shaman Tribe, but their divine abilities had clearly surpassed their respective Realms. It was as if they had gone through hundreds of battles without dying.
These people were known as Hunters! If they were from the Berserker Tribe, then they were Shaman Hunters. If they were from the Shaman Tribe, then they were Berserker Hunters! They would not hide their identities on the battlefield, because they needed experience. That was why they would wear masks.
The masks of the Berserker Tribe were black, and the masks of the Shaman Tribe were white!
If they were given a mask, then it meant that the person was acknowledged and became a Hunter! The masks from both sides were worth a large amount of war points. It was also the only way for non-hunters to become Hunters!
If they killed a Shaman Hunter, took off his mask, and handed it over to Sky Mist City, then that person would become a Hunter! Very few people would resort to trickery, because once they became a Hunter and wore a mask, they would face even more deaths. If they resorted to trickery, then it would be very easy for others to take their lives.
As Su Ming listened to Zi Che's explanation, he nodded his head. He had made some guesses about this before. These people were definitely people with incredibly strong willpower.
Su Ming knew that he was not one of them, because his willpower had fallen into a fatal daze and his mind was exhausted during the one versus one battle just now.
"Brother Su, with your help, why don't we stop retreating? We'll fight our way in and try to get more war points. Of course, you can take a third of the war points. We'll split the rest." Yan Bo licked his lips and a fierce look appeared in his eyes. He looked at the Shamans and spoke to Su Ming in a low voice.
"Alright!" Su Ming fell into a moment of pensive silence before he nodded his head.
Once he made his decision, the other teams also agreed to it. They immediately stopped retreating, but under Yan Bo's orders, they instantly changed their positions and took the shape of an arrow. With Su Ming in the lead, Zi Che and Yan Bo by his side, and the others behind him, they charged forward.
As they charged forward, the small virescent swords surrounded them, Han Mountain Bell chimes reverberated in the air, the strange black light swam about with a whistle, and lightning crackled in the air. Wherever the arrow-shaped team went, blood would rain down, and they charged straight into the huge battle in the distance.
Time trickled by. The team with Su Ming in the lead was killing incredibly quickly, but they also suffered quite a number of casualties. By then, there were only nine people left.
However, the amount of war points they obtained was incredibly high.
The sky gradually turned dark. The booming sounds in the green fog became more frequent. As Su Ming moved forward, he came to an abrupt halt. That one halt caused the eight people behind him to stop at the same time.
In the crowd in the distance was a male Shaman wearing a white mask. He was dressed entirely in black, and he was looking at them coldly. There was a cross-shaped crack on his mask …
This person was different from the other Shamans. He was a Berserker Hunter who moved alone in the Shaman Tribe. This sort of person would only dare to do this if they had incredibly strong willpower.
Almost the moment he looked towards Su Ming's team that had attracted the attention of the Shamans nearby, fighting spirit appeared in Su Ming's eyes.
"Yan Bo, change your position. Zi Che, work with me. The two of you, lead the team and defend this place for a while." As Su Ming spoke, he charged forward and leapt into the air, charging towards the Berserker Hunter who was fighting alone.
"A Berserker Hunter! He's wearing a mask! He's a Berserker Hunter! " Yan Bo's pupils shrank. He looked in the direction Su Ming was charging towards and saw the masked Shaman.
"Win against this person and take off his mask. Zi Che, your uncle master will become a Berserker …" Yan Bo's breathing quickened and anticipation appeared in his eyes.
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