"My young friend, I bear no ill will. I only attacked last time to make you stay." The old man's voice traveled forward like a thin thread from the layer of high wind.
"After all, you're a deserter from the Berserker Tribe. You left the battlefield, and you can be said to be a traitor. I attacked because of this! "As a True Divinity, I can give you a chance. Come back to Sky Mist City with me, and I will guarantee that your life won't be in danger."
No matter what the old man said, Su Ming, who was several hundreds of thousands of feet away, did not even turn his head back. He did not say a single word and simply widened the distance between them.
"You might have the power of the God of Berserkers, but I believe that you won't want to waste your only two chances. Besides, this is only a clone of mine. It's my fortune to experience the God of Berserkers' finger with my clone's power." The old man's face was dark as he continued speaking.
"How about this? I swear on my statue of the God of Berserkers that I won't hurt you, but you can't continue running either. Stay here and follow me for a month so that I can study the power of the God of Berserkers … Don't worry, I won't let you do this for nothing. I'll give you a treasure." The old man was also resigned. He longed for the power of the God of Berserkers from the bottom of his heart, but after the life and death experience, he became incredibly wary of Su Ming.
However, this made him feel incredibly conflicted, because he was wary of Su Ming's power that could only be used twice. He was completely unbothered by Su Ming himself. It was precisely this conflict that caused him to struggle between chasing after Su Ming and not chasing after Su Ming and being surrounded by greed.
If he chased after Su Ming and forced him into a corner, once he decided to waste his one chance, then he could already predict what would happen to him.
However, if he did not chase after Su Ming, he would not be able to accept giving up just like this when he was already so far into the land of the Shamans.
However, if he continued chasing after Su Ming like this, it would be difficult for him to catch up to Su Ming due to the wariness in his heart. As time passed and they went deeper into the land of the Shamans, he felt increasingly insecure. This feeling of not being able to go up or down was enough to drive him mad, and his hatred towards Su Ming seeped into his bones.
As the old man hesitated and instinctively chased after Su Ming, Su Ming had already widened the distance between him and the old man by more than 500,000 feet in the high wind. With this distance, he could descend at ease and charge forward while stirring up rumbling sounds in the air.
This cycle continued for another two days. Soon, the ground beneath them was no longer gray, but green. It was clear that they were gradually approaching the place where the Shaman Tribe resided from a desolate and uninhabited place.
Only at that moment did the old man finally make his decision. He gritted his teeth and came to an abrupt halt. He stared at Su Ming, who was hundreds of thousands of feet away. Hatred shone in his eyes, but he turned around and gave up on chasing after him. Instead, he charged back the way he had come.
In the end, he still chose to give up. After all, this sort of pursuit would not bring him any results. Besides, he had also weighed his options. In this sort of dilemma, unless he reached the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm and obtained an even stronger divine ability, then perhaps he would have a chance of killing Su Ming before he executed the power of the God of Berserkers.
But now, he couldn't do it. Rather than continuing to chase like this, he might as well give up decisively.
Yet not long after the old man chose to give up and go back the way he came, he discovered with a dark expression that Su Ming was no longer leaving. Instead, he was following behind him, as if he was the one chasing after him.
But that was not all. He could have just ignored Su Ming and let him follow him. He was certain that Su Ming would not dare return to Sky Mist City. If he continued following him like this, then before long, he would leave on his own. Besides, if he followed him for a long period of time, then perhaps he would have a chance to obtain the power of the God of Berserkers.
To the old man, this could be considered as a good thing … if he did not count the booming sounds behind him, which could be heard even if he was very far away.
Su Ming's actions were accompanied by the loud booming sounds he intentionally created. Those were the sounds of things breaking apart and the booming sounds that came from punching the air. Those sounds reverberated continuously in the sky.
This was the land of the Shamans, and there was some distance between them and Sky Mist City. If the old Berserker was careful, then it was not impossible for him to return quietly. However … if there were booming sounds continuously behind him, then it would be difficult for him to return safely.
'Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!' The old Berserker felt as if he was about to go mad. He had already given up on chasing after Su Ming, but this person still did not know what was good for him. Instead, he stuck to him as if he was glued to him, causing the old man's heart to pound in fear on his way back.
The booming sounds grew louder. If he did not stop Su Ming, then the old man did not want to know what would happen to him! It was especially so for the past few days. Due to him chasing after Su Ming, these booming sounds had already appeared in this region, and it might have already caught the attention of the Shamans. Now that he was returning, this was happening again. If no Shamans came to check on him, then even the old man himself would not believe it.
Not only did the old man go mad, he also felt a headache coming on. He decided that he might as well stop once again and change his direction to continue chasing after Su Ming.
Yet as he changed his direction, Su Ming also did the same in the distance. The two of them turned into a chase once again. The only thing that did not change was the booming sounds. They still existed and did not disappear.
Those booming sounds were like noise that made the old man feel incredibly annoyed and apprehensive. Even if he was chasing after Su Ming, he would still observe his surroundings with extreme caution, afraid that he would attract the attention of the Shamans.
This sort of mentality was similar to when he originally wanted to walk quietly in the middle of the night and not be discovered by anyone, but there were always loud sounds around him …
The old man's eyes turned bloodshot. This was the first time he felt fear towards a person in the Bone Sacrifice Realm. That feeling was not because of the power of the God of Berserkers, but because of Su Ming's actions.
This action of his made him want to tear off his hair. After chasing for a long time, the old man was so depressed that he wanted to roar. However, he forcefully suppressed the urge to do so. He turned around and once again gave up on the chase. Instead, he charged toward Heavenly Mist City at full speed.
Su Ming changed his direction unhurriedly and followed behind him, letting out booming sounds that shook the sky and earth.
If he was fast, then Su Ming would be fast. If he was slow, then Su Ming would be slow. If he stopped, then Su Ming would naturally stop as well. There would always be several hundreds of thousands of feet between them.
"I don't believe that you'll be able to deal with this if the Shamans come here. You're just a Berserker in the Bone Sacrifice Realm, and if you're not afraid, then why should I be?!" The old man's eyes were bloodshot. He was truly at his wit's end because of Su Ming. At that moment, he might as well not think too much about it and just charge forward with his head lowered, as if he was pouring all his gloom and frustration into speed.
No matter how one looked at it, it looked as if Su Ming was chasing after the old man, but the great difference between their levels of cultivation caused this action to look incredibly bizarre.
A Berserker in the middle stage of the Bone Sacrifice Realm was chasing after a Berserker in the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm …
This pursuit continued for three days, and due to Su Ming's incessant rumbles, he finally caught the attention of the Shamans in the land of the Shamans.
In truth, most of the Shamans in this area had already gone to the battlefield. That was why Su Ming and the old man were not stopped during this period of time.
However, the group of Shamans from the battlefield did not return. What caught the attention of Su Ming and the old man … was a new batch of warriors from the land of the Shamans who were heading to the battlefield in Sky Mist City!
More accurately speaking, this was a migrating tribe. The warriors in the tribe had formed teams to protect the tribe as they moved forward. Once the tribe reached the designated location, they would split up a large group of people and head to the gathering spot of the Shamans outside Sky Mist City.
There were plenty of migrating tribes in the land of the Shamans. The tribe Su Ming and the old Berserker ran into was one of them.
It was a group of black shadows that seemed to cover the sky. They were packed densely together, and there were no less than thousands of them. Each black shadow was a mackerel pike that had shrunk down greatly!
The mackerel pike swam in the sea of clouds, and on each of their backs stood a Shaman warrior. As the ground trembled, thousands of Shamans moved forward to protect nine ferocious beasts that were tens of thousands of feet big. They looked like turtles, but their shells were square and flat.
There were a large number of Shamans sitting on the backs of the nine strange turtles. There were also some buildings that looked as if they had been uprooted and placed on top of them.
Dust was flying in the air behind them, and there was a long line that could not be seen. This was clearly not a small tribe migrating. This was a rather large Shaman Tribe that was of a certain scale!
There would definitely be powerful Latter Shamans in this sort of tribe. Almost at the instant Su Ming and the old Berserker started chasing after Su Ming and the old Berserker, they noticed the Shamans that blotted out the sky and earth appearing in the distance. At the same time, the Shamans also saw Su Ming and the old Berserker standing at the end of the world.
In truth, when it came to Su Ming and the old Berserker, the group of Shamans first heard the booming sounds before they saw it with their own eyes.
Almost all of them saw the old Berserker at first glance, which was why this person's power was so great, because he did not hide his face, and because to the Shamans, he was a Berserker!
It was also because he was running away! Fleeing in the land of the Shamans was a very logical thing, and it was also logical that the people who were chasing after him would definitely be enemies with him, and in the land of the Shamans, those who were enemies with him were practically all Shamans.
Besides, Su Ming wore a bamboo hat on his head, and he brought out a Spirit Plunder almost the instant he noticed the Shamans with his divine sense. He did not surround himself with it, but held it in his palm. Even so, the unique dark light and suction force that belonged to Spirit Plunder still spread out, causing the air around Su Ming to look as if it was distorting. At first glance, it was rather similar to when Su Ming had run into the young Soul Catcher.
Su Ming's voice was also slightly hoarse, and there was a ghastly tone to it …
"My fellow tribesmen, which tribe are you from? I am Lizard Shaman Tribe's Medial Soul Catcher, Mo Su. Please help me kill this person! This person is a powerful Berserker in the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm! "
The moment the old Berserker who seemed to be running away heard those words, he nearly coughed out a mouthful of blood. As he ran, he did not have time to speak. As he fled, he started cursing in his heart.
'Do you think those Shamans are blind? Medial Soul Catcher … Huh?' The voice in his heart was suddenly stuck in his throat.
The fourth chapter! (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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