There was no right or wrong on the battlefield.
There was only obedience on the battlefield.
Since Su Ming had chosen to join the battle, then he would need to obey Zhou De's orders and complete this brilliant performance. This time, this bloody experiment.
When he rushed out of the southern warzone and appeared on the empty land, there were nearly a thousand people following behind him. Before him was the region where the hundreds of Shamans were located a long distance away.
He could even see the gazes of the hundreds of Shamans turning towards him and looking at him coldly.
"Sir, I want to split up and drag down the power of the Shamans …" Yan Bo's heart pounded against his chest at that moment. He felt that he was being a little too crazy. He was originally just a nobody who was not valued in this battlefield, and he only brought a dozen people with him to fight for survival in this battlefield.
However, all of this changed drastically once he met Su Ming. When he brought a hundred something people with him, he was already satisfied. He felt that with these one hundred something people under his control, he would be able to make them kill even more people while keeping their lives as the foundation of their greatest survival.
Yet this satisfaction did not last for long. The number of people following them increased to two hundred, then three hundred, then more and more people followed them. This change made Yan Bo excited, but also afraid.
The instant Commander Zhou's orders came, besides anguish, there was also resignation in Yan Bo's heart. He wanted to retreat, but the order to fight was like a mountain. If he retreated, then his tribe would look down on him. He could not retreat.
Behind him was Sky Mist Barrier. If he retreated, if the others also retreated, then the flames of war would spread through the entire land of Berserkers … He did not dare to think about that, even if he continued telling himself that this battle was only once every hundred years and that it was not the final battle.
Sky Mist Barrier could not be broken. Yet even so, when he truly joined the battle, he could not help but feel the brutality and terror of war.
Everything was possible.
"I don't know the specifics. You make the arrangements." Su Ming did not turn his head back. He stared at the group of Shamans in the distance and spoke in a low voice as he moved forward.
"Milord, my idea is that we don't need to change the team. It's almost a hundred thousand zhang from here to there. Let's just rush there in one go!" Yan Bo gritted his teeth. He was worried that once they split up, some of them would be intimidated by Su Ming's actions and start thinking about retreating. If that was the case, it would be better for him to stay behind Su Ming.
"Are you afraid?" Su Ming asked.
"I'm not afraid!" Yan Bo clenched his teeth.
"I'm not afraid either. At most, I'll just die!" Zi Che rushed out of the crowd and returned behind Su Ming once he gave his orders. As he charged forward, he heard Su Ming and Yan Bo's conversation and laughed.
Su Ming smiled, and fighting spirit burned in his eyes. As they charged forward, the thousand man team charged forward like the wind. That wind started blowing from beyond Sky Mist, and as it swept through the area, it charged towards the group of Shamans.
Thirty thousand feet, ninety thousand feet, eighty thousand feet, seventy thousand feet!
As Su Ming and the others rushed out, low growls came from within the team. They still left the battlefield completely, turning into an incredibly unique and eye-catching presence in the battlefield.
Right at the instant the distance between them and the group of Shamans was reduced to sixty thousand feet, the group of Shamans suddenly moved. Five masked Hunters charged out, and behind them were a hundred something Shaman warriors, and they charged towards Su Ming.
At that moment, even if they might not be the center of attention, they were not far from it! Too many people's gazes fell on them, especially on Sky Mist City's side. Besides the eight old men on the city walls, there were also other people who saw the team rushing out of the battlefield.
Within Heavenly Mist City, there was a building that was the tallest. It was shaped like a huge cylinder, and at the top of it was a spherical object. This spherical object had a circumference of three hundred meters, and it floated above the cylinder. Within this spherical object, there was a quiet secret room.
At that moment, there were three old men sitting cross-legged in that chamber.
The old man in the middle had cracked skin and was filled with dullness. Only his eyes were as profound as if they had been through the passage of time for tens of thousands of years. He looked forward, and from where he stood, there was no wall blocking his view. Instead, it was as if it was transparent, and he could clearly see every single spot in the entire battlefield.
His gaze fell on Su Ming's thousand-man team.
He was not the only one. The two old men beside him also had their gazes trained on Su Ming's thousand man team, and they were watching them attentively.
"Most of the Berserkers in the southern warzone are from Western Sea Clan." The old man on the right wore a blue robe and spoke with a smile.
The old man on the left wore a black robe. When he heard the words, he let out a cold harrumph and did not speak.
As the three of them watched, they saw the hundred something Shamans led by the Hunters from the Shaman Tribe closing in on Su Ming's team at an extreme speed. Both sides crashed into each other when they were forty thousand feet away from the Shaman Tribe.
This was an incredibly devastating battle. There might only be a hundred something Shamans, but these Shamans were clearly different from the ones Su Ming had met in the battlefield. They attacked with extreme decisiveness, and their levels of cultivation were also different. None of them were weak.
On the other hand, while Su Ming had a lot of people, their levels of cultivation were not uniform. If it was not because of Su Ming's indomitable will, they would have crumbled a long time ago.
The moment the two sides clashed, Su Ming's team instantly lost nearly a hundred people. As the sounds of battle reverberated in the air, two Hunters from the Shaman Tribe surrounded him!
The power of these two Hunters was equivalent to those in the middle stage of the Bone Sacrifice Realm. As they worked together, they caused Su Ming to be unable to move forward. However, his left eye still shone with an aloof fighting spirit, and it formed a stark contrast with the murderous look in his right eye.
Almost at the instant the battle between the two sides started and the small team of Berserkers was injured, another five Hunters immediately led a hundred something Shamans towards them from 40,000 feet away.
Their arrival might not have immediately arrived, but they had already created a great amount of pressure on Su Ming's team. That pressure came from an incredibly brilliant method, and it was even more powerful than a great divine ability!
'What a brilliant method!' Yan Bo's face was covered in blood. When he saw this scene in the midst of the battle, he sighed in his heart.
Courage was required to rush out of the warzone, and this courage was not small. However, since there were a thousand people charging out at the same time and Su Ming was leading the way, there were still people who possessed this courage due to their willpower and inertia.
However, once they rushed out, they ran into resistance, and in an instant, nearly a hundred people died. When they saw the same team of Shamans charging towards them from the distance, this invisible pressure was enough to make a person's mind break down.
At that moment, before the second wave of Shamans arrived, some of the Berserkers who were slightly behind Su Ming's team started retreating due to fear …
In the beginning, there were dozens of them, but after a moment, there were hundreds of them. They no longer moved forward, but retreated at an increasing speed, causing the team of a thousand people to look as if it had been split into two.
When this scene appeared, disappointment appeared in Zhou De's eyes from the southern warzone.
The old man from the northern warzone sighed and shook his head.
As for Tian Lan Meng, her face was pale. Her gaze was only on Su Ming.
Right from the start, Tian Lan You from the eastern warzone had only cast a glance at Su Ming's team and called them stupid. Then, she no longer paid any attention to them. It was as if Su Ming's team could not attract even the slightest bit of her interest.
The eight old men on Sky Mist City's walls were calm. Their long lives had given them enough patience to watch the entire show.
Su Ming coughed out blood. With a ferocious look on his face, he rammed his head against the Hunter's mask of the Shaman before him. At such a close distance, he could see the shock in the masked Shaman's eyes.
Su Ming's footsteps never stopped. He did not stop some of the people from the thousand-man team from retreating. Instead, he used his own actions to tell all the people that only the courageous would win when they ran into each other on a narrow path.
"You can retreat once, you can retreat twice, but once you retreat thrice, then even if you don't die, in truth, you have already been abandoned by the battlefield …
"This sort of person cannot become a powerful Berserker! "Powerful Berserkers are the survivors of hundreds of battles. Only then can they understand the serendipity of life and death!
"All of us can become powerful Berserkers!" With bloodshot eyes, Su Ming continued ramming his head against the masked Shaman's forehead. As that person let out a low, terrified growl, Su Ming charged forward and tore at the Hunter's body with his hands. Blood rained down, and the Hunter's body was torn apart by Su Ming with just one swipe.
Similarly, Su Ming also paid a price for his actions. His injuries became even worse!
"Those who follow me, if they do not die in hundreds of battles, then they will become powerful Berserkers!" Su Ming said the first sentence he spoke to the people after he rushed out of the bloody rain.
Zi Che followed him madly. Yan Bo's eyes were bloodshot as he roared and followed behind him. After all, there were still hundreds of people who did not run away behind them. These people saw Su Ming's actions and heard his words.
This was a battlefield, a mysterious place. It was mysterious because this was the place where it was the easiest for belief, reliance, and worship to appear!
In this place, those with weak wills would instinctively choose to follow those with strong wills. This was the law, the law of war!
"I am Su Ming, I am the Hunter Su Ming, I am Sky Mist City's Ye Ling Su Ming! I have killed many Shamans, and those who follow me will live and die with me! " Su Ming took a step forward and charged towards the other Hunters from the Shaman Tribe. His hoarse roar tumbled out of his throat and echoed in the area.
As Su Ming roared, the remaining hundreds of people's eyes turned bloodshot. At that moment, all thoughts of life and death, retreat, and fear were cast aside. The only thing that existed in their minds was their blood boiling and Su Ming's hoarse roars.
A wave of emotions was stirred up abruptly, and as a clear change occurred, a will that had gathered all of the people's will swiftly revealed its brilliance like a sword being sharpened on the battlefield!
Zhou De's expression changed!
A grave look appeared in the eyes of the old man from the northern warzone. As for Tian Lan Meng, a dazed look appeared briefly in her eyes … She looked at Su Ming, and looked … and looked …
Tian Lan You from the eastern warzone turned her head around for the second time and looked towards Su Ming.
One of the eight old men on Sky Mist City's walls suddenly spoke. "Beat the war drums for them alone!"
As he spoke, the beating of the war drums came from within Sky Mist City. Those war drums were filled with passion, and they only beat for Su Ming and the hundreds of people. They only beat for them!
"Sky Mist City needs heroes, and this war also needs … heroes of the Berserkers!"
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