As the three of them charged forward, they gradually left the battlefield. The sounds of battle coming from the battlefield behind them also gradually faded into the distance. Su Ming's timing in leaving the battlefield had been impeccable.
Otherwise, there would definitely not be just two people chasing after them. There would be more, and there might even be old monsters in the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm among them.
Fortunately, Sky Mist City could only be considered to be at the beginning of the war. With Sky Mist City's own defenses, it would not be taken down within a short period of time. There were still quite a large number of Berserker warriors gathering towards the city. There were not many powerful Berserkers in the city itself.
It was the same for the Shamans. This war would not end in a short period of time. What was happening before their eyes was just them testing each other's strength.
With his full speed, Su Ming swept through the land of the Shamans like a gust of wind.
The two people behind him continued chasing after him, but they were also wary of each other and had split up. It was especially so for the old Berserker. If it was not because Su Ming was too tempting to him, he would not have taken the risk of charging into the land of the Shamans during the war and venturing too deep into their territory.
On the other hand, the old Shaman's eyes sparkled and a cold sneer appeared on his lips. Not only was he determined to get Su Ming, he also wanted to kill the other person.
The three of them charged forward with their own thoughts in their heads. What made the two old men frown was that Su Ming's speed did not slow down for even a single moment even after a long period of time had passed. Not only that, he was also becoming faster.
But that was not all, as Su Ming flew forward, he was continuously flying higher. The two old men could only follow him, but once they reached a certain height, there was a strong gust of wind in the sky that looked like it was above the nine heavens. Once a person's speed exceeded a certain level, that wind would become an incredibly great resistance force.
In fact, if they were slightly faster, then the wind blowing against their faces would be like knives that would cut into their bodies and cause them pain.
One of them might be in the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm and the other was a Latter Shaman, but if they stayed in this sort of wind for a long period of time, their speed would still be affected.
Yet in their eyes, Su Ming was like a fish in water. Not only did the strong wind resistance not slow him down, it even increased his speed slightly. As he charged forward, he instantly widened the distance between them by 70,000 to 80,000 feet.
It looked like the distance between them would only continue to grow. Once the distance exceeded 100,000 feet, it would be more and more difficult to catch up. A glint appeared in the old Shaman's eyes. As he rushed forward, he lifted his right hand and clenched his fist before he loosened his grip. At the instant he did so, wounds appeared on all five of his fingers. Five drops of blood flowed out at the same time, and against the wind, those five drops of blood gathered together to turn into a small person.
The little person's body flashed with red light, and after it appeared, it let out a shrill cry. Its body seemed to be on fire, as if it was burning its own cultivation base, and it charged forward.
It was so quick that it was only thirty thousand feet away from Su Ming in an instant. With another shrill howl, the small humanoid shrank once again. Once it turned into the size of a palm, its speed increased exponentially. This time, it appeared less than a thousand feet behind Su Ming. The small humanoid's body instantly exploded, and a drop of red blood charged towards Su Ming.
Before the old Shaman and the old Berserker's eyes, they saw that drop of blood fall on Su Ming's back, causing him to shudder and cough out blood. His speed instantly decreased by a large margin.
The old Berserker's eyes sparkled, and he drew a line in the air with his right hand. A strong ray of light gathered out of nowhere and turned into a runic symbol before him. As that runic symbol shone, the old man struck it with his palm, and the runic symbol instantly disappeared without a trace.
However, the space ten thousand something feet behind Su Ming distorted, and the runic symbol manifested. With a flash, it exploded and turned into a wave of air that did not spread outwards. Instead, it turned into a wolf formed by the wave of air, and as it roared, it pounced on Su Ming, who was ten thousand feet away.
With a loud bang, Su Ming coughed out blood once again. It was as if he had already become incredibly weak due to the long period of charging forward, and now that he was heavily injured by the two old monsters, he could no longer maintain his flight and fell to the ground.
When he fell, his face was turned towards the two old men behind him, allowing them to see clearly that not only was there no blood on Su Ming's pale face, his eyes were also tightly shut. There was pain on his face, along with fatigue that could not be hidden. If that was all, the two old men would not have believed him so easily. However, Su Ming's Qi was chaotic and weak, and this was something they could not hide from their senses.
After all, besides his speed, Su Ming's level of cultivation could not compare to theirs.
A glint appeared in the old Shaman's eyes and he charged towards Su Ming. However, the moment he made the motion of charging towards Su Ming, he lifted his right hand and swung it towards the old Berserker in another direction.
As he swung his arm, booming sounds reverberated in the air. A wave of ripples instantly appeared before him and spread out rapidly, closing in on the old Berserker. The old Berserker let out a cold harrumph and bit the tip of his tongue to cough out a mouthful of blood. His blood turned into a sea of blood and crashed into the incoming ripples, causing booming sounds to reverberate in the air.
At the same time, the old Shaman pointed towards the falling Su Ming with his left hand. Immediately, a gentle gust of wind charged towards Su Ming and gathered under his body, causing his falling body to become much more relaxed.
This was not because the old Shaman wanted to help Su Ming, but because he was afraid that Su Ming would fall unconscious from the sky. If he died, then the losses would outweigh the gains.
The two of them had given up on chasing after the falling Su Ming and had instead started fighting against each other. They could already tell that Su Ming was not a threat to them. As long as they got rid of him, they could easily capture him.
More importantly, Su Ming was already unconscious and could not run away.
Just as the two of them were fighting against each other, Su Ming suddenly opened his eyes as he continued falling. They were bloodshot and filled with fatigue. His eyes sparkled and he continued falling. He stared at the spot in the sky where the booming sounds were coming from and a cold sneer appeared on his lips.
When his body continued getting closer to the ground, he eventually landed with a bang. At the instant he did so, Su Ming moved slightly so that he was not injured in the slightest. He lay down on the mountainside and did not move.
'With their power, there shouldn't be many chances of them dying … but it's not impossible. If the old Berserker loses, then it'll be more troublesome for me to escape from this Shaman. After all, this person is more familiar with the area than me …
'If the old Berserker wins, then it'll be easier …' Just as Su Ming was thinking, his expression suddenly changed and he narrowed his eyes into slits. He saw the old Shaman swiftly retreating from the spot where the two people were fighting in the sky. As he did so, he coughed out blood. When the old Berserker caught up to him, the Shaman lifted his right hand, and as red light flashed, a long red spear charged towards Su Ming from the sky.
The long spear was incredibly quick and closed in on Su Ming in an instant. It was pointed at the center of Su Ming's brows.
The old Berserker's expression changed drastically. He instinctively wanted to stop the long spear, but once he did so, the old Shaman would escape. Once he escaped, then the old Berserker's journey back would definitely be filled with danger.
Yet if he did not save Su Ming and he died, then everything he had gained would be wasted. This was a difficult choice, but in an instant, the old Berserker gritted his teeth and made his decision.
He did not take the risk but charged towards the old Shaman. In his heart, his life was the most important thing. Once he killed the Shaman, he would cut off his path of sending his message. Only then could he return to the land of Berserkers with caution.
Even if Su Ming died, he could still study his corpse. There were also items around him, so perhaps he could find some clues.
Almost the instant he caught up to the old Shaman, Su Ming flew up from the ground and avoided the long spear. He lifted his right hand and quickly put the item he had been holding in his palm into his mouth.
It was a drop of liquid. It was a drop of Sea Marrow!
The instant the Sea Marrow entered his mouth, Su Ming's exhausted body instantly felt as if life force had been injected into it. His power instantly recovered and he was filled with life force. A glint appeared in his eyes and he charged into the distance at full speed. In the span of a breath, he had already traveled 10,000 feet.
Almost the instant Su Ming's Qi recovered, the old Berserker who was chasing after him instantly noticed it. The old Shaman's expression also changed. The two of them had clearly sensed Su Ming's condition previously, but they did not expect that he would have a medicine that could heal him so quickly!
After all, this medicine was incredibly rare. It was difficult for a normal Berserker in the Transcendence Realm to obtain it, and it would be a waste if they swallowed it!
"Damn it!" The old Berserker struggled once again. Should he chase after Su Ming, or should he chase after the Shaman?
A glint appeared in the old Shaman's eyes. He did not stop and charged into the distance. Behind him, the old Berserker gritted his teeth and chased after him.
He had to kill the old Shaman first, or else his life would be in danger. Only by minimizing the danger would he be able to chase after Su Ming with peace of mind.
Su Ming charged forward at full speed and sighed in his heart. This method of pretending to be weak could only be used once, and it would only be effective the first time. Besides, he could only do it because the two people chasing after him were wary and hostile towards each other. Otherwise, he would not have succeeded.
If they chased after him again, then this method would be completely ineffective. Besides, those who had reached the Berserker Soul Realm might occasionally make a mistake, but they would definitely not make a mistake too often.
Even if Su Ming used other methods, compared to the old monster who was wary of him, he would still be lacking in experience …
'I might have to use the power of the God of Berserkers!' Su Ming gritted his teeth.
Six chapters, 18,000 words! Can you imagine how I look right now? I looked in the mirror, and my face is pale.
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