That Yue Feng was He Feng, who had hidden himself after Su Ming left the battlefield outside Sky Mist City. This person had devoured a Berserker and turned into him. He had been living comfortably in Sky Mist City during this period of time, and his ambition had become even more savage.
He even intended to devour Su Ming once he became stronger and turn into Su Ming so that he could roam the world. The reason why he had such ambitions was because he had inherited a shred of memories when he fused with the Wings of the Moon. He did not tell Su Ming about this, but chose to train in secret.
Over the past few days, besides going to the battlefield to obtain war points, he spent all his time sealing the Wings of the Moon in his body, causing them to become part of He Feng's body so that Su Ming could no longer use them.
He believed that he had sealed up most of this through some of the legacies in his memories, and he had become even more confident. However, he did not expect that a large amount of his life force would suddenly flow out of his body in this battlefield. The loss of this life force caused He Feng to be shocked, and there was also fear in his heart.
He did not need to think about it in detail to instantly guess that Su Ming was casting an Art!
'Damn it, I've already sealed the Wings of the Moon in my body, how can Su Ming cast an Art out of thin air?!' He Feng's face was pale. He staggered and took a few steps back on the battlefield. His companions around him moved forward and protected him with surprised looks on their faces. At the same time, they started asking questions.
"It's fine. I injured my body when I was training last night. I was going to heal myself today, but when I remembered that I had to fight, I suppressed my injuries. That's why my injuries acted up just now … Thank you, everyone. I hope that you can protect me for a while. Once I suppress my injuries, I'll be fine!" He Feng spoke in a low voice and wrapped his fist in his palm to bow towards the crowd. Once the people around him nodded, he sat down without any hesitation and tapped a few spots on his body with his hands.
Yet at that moment, He Feng's expression changed drastically once again. His face started withering in a bizarre manner once again. Sharp pain spread through his entire body, including his soul. He Feng could not help but let out a pained cry. His face caved in and his body rapidly withered away. In the blink of an eye, he looked like a mummy.
This strange change caused the Berserkers around him to feel their hearts tremble in fear.
Terror appeared in He Feng's eyes. He could clearly feel his life force and fleshly essence being forcefully sucked away by some sort of power above him. However, when he raised his head to look at the sky, the sky above him was completely calm.
In fact, this loss of flesh and blood essence and life force had nothing to do with the Wings of the Moon. It didn't matter whether he sealed them or not.
"It must be Su Ming. Just … just what method did he use?!" Terror rose in He Feng's heart. He suddenly realized that even if Su Ming was far away from him, even if he had escaped from Su Ming's sight … when Su Ming wanted to punish him, it did not matter if he was at the ends of the earth, He Feng would still be terrified.
However, what He Feng did not expect was that Su Ming did not cast an Art solely on him. In fact, he did not even cast an Art. At that moment, Su Ming's eyes were shining brightly as he stared at the vortex in the sky. Every single time the vortex spun, Su Ming's expression would occasionally change to one of astonishment, then to one of ecstasy, but soon, confusion would appear on his face, and eventually, his expression would change.
Madam Ji was standing not too far away. Her body was only skin and bones, and she looked incredibly ugly. She was glaring at Su Ming, and disdain as well as malice appeared in her eyes. She had naturally seen through Su Ming's actions, but she did not believe that he could truly see through the Curse.
Yet even so, Madam Ji was still uncertain as to how Su Ming could last for such a long period of time under the Curse. In her eyes, Su Ming's body was thin, but he was still far from being dried up.
It was as if ever since he cast the burning of blood and the moon in the sky let out a strange red light, the powerful power of the Curse seemed to have been shifted away by Su Ming. It was as if there was an incredibly unlucky person who had taken Su Ming's place and endured the power of the Curse.
Su Ming did not want to let He Feng take his place. He had cast the burning of blood because he wanted to use this Art to slow down the loss of his life force and the essence of his flesh and blood. However, he did not expect that once he cast the Art, he would sense a power belonging to the Fire Berserker Tribe in the direction of the land of Berserkers beyond Sky Mist City.
The moment he noticed that power, the power of the Curse that had gathered on Su Ming's body moved away in a strange manner, and with Su Ming as the medium, it descended on He Feng's body.
'I am the Lord of the Fire Berserker Tribe. That is why when I cast the burning of blood, the strange power of the Curse will be shared by my people. When they can no longer bear the burden, then I will continue.
'Now, it seems that besides me, the only other Fire Berserker in the world are … the Fire Berserker I created, He Feng!' A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes, and he gained a better understanding towards the power of the Curse.
He looked at the vortex in the sky and his eyes sparkled. A hint of understanding appeared in his head, but this understanding was still insignificant when it came to mastering the Curse.
'The Curse curses those who share the same origin! He Feng is the Fire Berserker I created, that's why he can be said to share the same origin as me. That's why he is within the range of the Curse … But besides sharing the same origin, does this Curse also have a blood connection..? 'Uncertainty appeared in Su Ming's eyes.
He remembered that when Wu Duo told him about the mysterious Curse in the land of the Shamans, he did not mention the power of those who shared the same origin, even though it seemed to have something to do with blood. He once spoke of a Shaman Tribe where a powerful Soul Catcher cursed a person, and all those who were related to that person by blood all died.
In the end, due to the blood connection between that person and the tribe, most of the people in that tribe died.
'If what Wu Duo said is true, then the Curse does indeed have a blood connection, but its power isn't at its peak, or else if there's such an Almighty in the Shaman Tribe, then he could definitely curse the entire Berserker Tribe … so that all the Berserkers would die, or so that the Berserkers would never be able to break through a certain Realm … Hmm?!' Su Ming's eyes went wide. This was originally a guess that had appeared in his mind after he saw the power of the Curse and gained a hint of epiphany, but the answer he obtained from these guesses caused his heart to tremble.
'Ever since the third God of Berserkers died, all the members of the Berserker Tribe stopped at the Berserker Soul Realm, and it was difficult for them to break through … They said that only when the fourth God of Berserkers appeared would the entire Berserker Tribe be able to continue training after the Berserker Soul Realm … This … Could this be … Perhaps I was overthinking it.' Su Ming's breathing quickened, and he only managed to recover after a long while.
Just as Su Ming was feeling shocked and gaining a hint of understanding, He Feng's shrill screams of pain traveled through the area outside Sky Mist City. His body had already withered to the point that he no longer looked like a human, and a large amount of rotting flesh had also appeared on his body. The foul stench from the rotting flesh caused shock to appear on the faces of the people around him.
He Feng could clearly feel that the essence of his flesh and blood was about to run out. His life force was also rapidly flowing away. At that moment, his consciousness was clouded, and the shadow of death enveloped his heart once again, turning it into great terror.
"Master … I was wrong! I was really wrong this time!" He Feng's shrill screams of pain were mixed with his pleading voice. When his companions around him heard it, especially when they heard the word 'Master', they were all stunned.
At the instant they were stunned, He Feng's body suddenly shuddered violently and turned into a puddle of blood. Even his bones had melted away. However, he had devoured this body, and even though it had disappeared, He Feng's soul was still around. It was a black shadow that floated out of the puddle of blood. In a flash, that black shadow appeared beside a young Berserker and opened its mouth to devour him. Before the people around him could react to what was happening, the young Berserker let out a scream of pain, and his entire body was covered by that black shadow.
"Big brother Yue Feng, you …"
"He's not Yue Feng! He's the Shaman who killed Yue Feng! Kill him!"
The other Berserkers around them swiftly attacked in shock, but when their divine abilities closed in on the young Berserker who was enveloped by He Feng, the black shadow disappeared, and the young Berserker's face was revealed. It was a wizened face …
In the sky above Su Ming's cave abode in the land of the Shamans, the vortex started dispersing, as if it could no longer be maintained. Madam Ji was already dumbfounded by the side. She stared at Su Ming, who had only become slightly thinner, with a dumbfounded expression, almost unable to believe her own eyes.
She knew just how powerful the Curse was. If a Latter Shaman was accidentally cursed, then even if he did not die, a large amount of his life force would definitely disappear. Yet to her eyes, Su Ming was practically unscathed, and the loss of his life force was completely negligible.
This strange sight made Madam Ji suck in a sharp breath. Her face instantly turned pale, but she did not retreat. Instead, madness appeared in her eyes. She knew that the Curse would only last for about ten breaths. Once that was over, it would disappear, and Su Ming would be able to walk out of the area of ten feet.
"I refuse to believe that I won't be able to kill you today! Once I kill you, I'll turn you into a puppet and turn you into my Dharma protector along with Ji Yun Hai. With your divine abilities and strange abilities, you must be quite famous in the Shaman Tribe, but today, you will definitely die! "The killing intent in Madam Ji's eyes grew stronger. She took a few steps back, spread her arms wide, and sucked in a deep breath.
With that one breath, violent gusts of wind howled around her, and at the same time a large amount of wind was sucked into Madam Ji's mouth, a Tattoo suddenly appeared on her ugly face!
That Tattoo was a ferocious looking head. Judging by the size of the picture on the head, that was definitely not the head of an adult, but … that of a baby!
The ten breaths passed by one by one, and in the end, Su Ming gave up on continuing researching the Curse. The research just now had allowed him to gain a hint of epiphany, but if he wanted to obtain it completely, then he would have to think of a way to get it from Madam Ji.
His expression was grave. This Madam Ji was not a Latter Shaman, but she was one of the strongest Medial Shamans Su Ming had ever met, and she had an endless amount of tricks up her sleeves.
Yet the more it was so, the more Su Ming put away the thought of immediately using the power of the God of Berserkers and his other killing moves. He had not fought against the Shamans many times, and large-scale battles did not count. Su Ming lacked experience in this sort of battle between two people using Arts. He did not want to miss this chance when he ran into a person who was skilled in a variety of Arts.
"I'll give everyone a surprise today. It should be considered a surprise, right …? Let's ask for monthly votes and recommendation votes first! It's not easy to fight for the first place of each month. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Start Point and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.) "
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