The sounds of the war drums shook the sky and earth. Even the thick green fog in the sky started tumbling about even more violently at that moment, as if the battle between the powerful warriors had also come to an end.
Su Ming's hundreds of people outside the battlefield heard the war drums from Sky Mist City. The excited drumbeats contained a powerful penetrating force that reverberated through the battlefield and lingered in the ears of Su Ming's hundreds of people.
"Those who follow me, if they don't die after 100 battles, then they will be powerful warriors!" Su Ming's previous roars had fused together with the drumbeats, causing the hundreds of people's wills to turn into an indomitable force that would drive them forward. At that moment, they had forgotten about life and death. In their eyes, there was only Su Ming, and only his figure moving forward.
As long as he was there, his will would be there. As long as he was there, his presence would be there!
At that moment, they were the center of attention. More and more Berserkers turned their gazes towards them. Even the aloof Tian Lan You was looking at them coldly.
It was the same for Sky Mist City.
The performance of this small team had reached its peak. Su Ming rushed forward, and the three hundred something people behind him followed him, showing off a ruthless presence. They were like a murderous dragon, like a roaring tiger, charging forward without care for anything else.
When two enemies met in a narrow path, the courageous would win. Sometimes, this saying did not apply to just one person, but to a group of people! Just like now, the hundreds of people behind Su Ming were like that!
Their levels of cultivation varied, but they had a presence that made it seem as if they were facing death with equanimity!
"What is there to fear about death?!" Yan Bo was covered in blood. He let out a loud roar, and with a ferocious expression, he followed behind Su Ming and fought madly.
The hundred something Shamans might be strong, but no matter how strong they were, there was still a limit to their strength. If one of Su Ming's hundreds of people could not fight against them, then two of them would fight against them. If two of them could not fight against them, then three of them would fight against them!
If three of them still could not fight against them, then the person who was the most injured among them would grit his teeth and choose to self-destruct. The presence of that self-destruction would stir up rumbling sounds and turn into a devastating sight that was even more heroic than the other battlefields.
Self-destruction required courage. This kind of courage often surpassed killing or being killed. This kind of self-choice required a struggle. It required a kind of true courage to do it.
Perhaps most of the time, many people did not have this courage, but on this battlefield, even if they did not self-destruct, it was very likely that they would not survive. A real man would rather die than let the enemy be buried with him!
Booming sounds reverberated in the air, and the sounds of self-destruction continued. The ferocious laughter before the faces shattered and the final words spoken when their bodies exploded stimulated the other Berserkers, as well as all the Berserkers who were watching them.
As the war drums thundered against the battlefield, as the hundreds of Berserkers went into a frenzy and Su Ming charged at the forefront, a large number of Shamans died!
Death was only one of them. More importantly, for the first time, fear appeared in the Shamans' gazes as they looked at Su Ming and the others. It was impossible for them not to be afraid. In the face of those crazed gazes, in the face of those faces that would definitely charge forward and self-destruct without care if they could not kill them straight away if they were heavily injured … there was no way they would not be afraid!
Su Ming's slaughter was filled with devastation. His right arm was already a bloody mess, and blood was flowing out of his chest. His hair was a mess, and a deep sense of fatigue was continuously spreading through his body.
However, his eyes were still bright. His left eye was still as aloof as ever, and his right eye was also shining with an enchanting red glare. His hair was dyed purple with blood, and even at the end of dusk, it was still eye-catching.
He pushed his speed to the limit and charged forward in a flash. Once most of the one hundred something Shamans died or were injured, they finally showed signs of breaking down!
It was a sign that their minds were breaking down. It was a sign that they were going to retreat!
The remaining thirty something Shamans, including the two Hunters among them, all chose to retreat at the same time. They chose to gather with the second wave of warriors who were swiftly charging towards them from behind them.
They were afraid!
The Berserkers had also paid a devastating price. Besides those who had fled previously, there were only a hundred something people left following behind Su Ming.
There was not a single one of these hundred something people who were not drenched in blood. There was not a single one of them who did not have a chilling, bloodshot look in their eyes. There was not a single one of them who was not … a hero!
The instant the thirty something Shamans retreated, Su Ming panted harshly and lifted his head swiftly. He took a huge step forward with his right foot, and with that one step, he left behind an afterimage on the spot, but his body looked as if he had pierced through space. He could clearly see a layer of blood fog suddenly appearing in the air not too far away from the retreating thirty something Shamans. Almost the instant that blood fog appeared, Su Ming's body twisted and appeared beside the two Hunters from the Shaman Tribe.
Su Ming's appearance was incredibly bizarre. Once he appeared, his legs were reduced to a bloody mess. The layer of blood fog just now was caused by Su Ming's body being unable to withstand the force of using this speed for too many times.
As he appeared, a strong gust of wind stirred up, sweeping up the desolate air on the ground as it charged towards the two Hunters from the Shaman Tribe. One of the Hunters was caught off guard and his body shuddered. What awaited him was the world before his eyes spinning, because his head had been cut off by Su Ming's palm.
The Hunter from the Shaman Tribe should not have been so weak, but his mind had been broken during the battle just now. As he fled, he could even see his reinforcements coming. The instant his mind was broken and he relaxed, along with Su Ming's incredible speed, he fell into a desperate situation.
However, he was still a Hunter of the Shaman Tribe. Almost the instant his head was sliced off by Su Ming, his body exploded with a bang. The instant he died, he chose to self-destruct.
This sort of Hunter's self-destruction was practically madness, because besides Su Ming, there were other Shamans around him. Su Ming was the first to bear the brunt of the explosion. The instant he was struck by the explosion, he did not know whether it was just a figment of his imagination, but during that instant, he felt that the Bone of Sacrifice from Han Mountain's ancestor in his body had melted a little, though he did not know whether it was just a figment of his imagination …
However, it had only melted a little. Su Ming did not have time to think about it. He activated his speed once again and retreated swiftly. In an instant, he disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already right before the hundred something Berserkers.
Almost the moment he appeared, booming sounds shook the sky and earth. The Hunter's self-destruction had affected a large area, causing many of the Shamans around him to be unable to dodge. Shrill screams of pain reverberated in the air, and a dozen of them died.
Blood trickled down the corners of Su Ming's mouth. He staggered and coughed out a huge mouthful of blood. His face was stark pale and the world before his eyes became a blur. Only when he gritted his teeth did he manage to persevere.
His heart pounded against his chest. The feeling he had felt just now made his eyes sparkle. At that moment, he was certain that during that instant just now, the bone in his body had indeed melted a little!
He stood there and looked forward. Behind him were the hundred something Berserkers following behind him. Before him were the first wave of Shamans who had lost most of their lives, and the second wave of Shamans who were rapidly closing in on them.
"Hunter Su Ming!"
"Hunter Su Ming!" No one knew who was the first to shout from the hundred something Berserkers behind Su Ming, but soon, almost all of them started shouting at the top of their lungs. Fanaticism appeared in their eyes. They had seen Su Ming's final act, and they had seen the human head in his hand!
Zhou De, who was in the southern warzone, took a deep breath and a smile appeared on his lips. He had seen Su Ming's final act and heard the crazed roars from the hundred something Berserkers behind him.
Tian Lan Meng stared at the screen of light before her with a dumbfounded expression. She looked at the person inside, looked at his bloody robes, looked at the many bloody wounds on his body, and bit her bottom lip. No one knew what she was thinking about.
As for the old man who was calculating with his fingers in the northern warzone, his expression had also changed.
Only Tian Lan You remained frowning. Her expression remained aloof.
The war drums in Sky Mist City's direction grew louder. The few old men on the city walls did not speak at that moment. They were all staring at the spot where Su Ming was.
Within Sky Mist City, the three people sitting and meditating in the pearl floating above the gigantic cylinder also fell into silence.
They were not looking at Su Ming's level of cultivation. In their eyes, Su Ming's level of cultivation was incredibly weak and he could not even withstand a single blow. What they were looking at was the will surrounding the hundred something Berserkers. That will was led by Su Ming, and he was the one who brought it here.
They were looking at Su Ming's decisiveness and tenacity, along with a form of courage!
Su Ming handed the head in his hand to Zi Che, who was behind him, and panted harshly. At that moment, the second wave of Shaman warriors was less than 10,000 feet away from them. They would be able to close that distance very soon.
Behind him, the hundred something people were already exhausted. They had been fighting for an entire day or even longer. Compared to the Shamans who had been resting since the beginning, they were at a disadvantage.
He could already imagine that when the second wave of Shamans charged towards them, there would not be many of his companions who would be able to survive …
Especially when this was just the second wave. There was still the third wave … and the dozens of ferocious beasts that were 1,000 feet tall, as well as … the 10,000 feet inferior sacred beast!
"The show is over! Zi Che, Yan Bo, bring them back to the southern warzone! "A resolute look appeared in Su Ming's eyes as he spoke swiftly.
Zi Che was momentarily stunned. Yan Bo immediately looked towards Su Ming.
"But sir, Commander Zhou …"
"Retreat!" Su Ming cast Yan Bo a glance.
When Su Ming looked at him, Yan Bo nodded silently and gritted his teeth. He did not even need to give any orders. Su Ming's words had already been heard by the hundred something people.
"I want all of you alive. Now, retreat! Zi Che, you retreat as well. This is the ninth summit's order! "
Zi Che gritted his teeth and nodded.
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