Su Ming left.
No one could stop his arrival, and similarly, no one could stop him from leaving. If he wanted to kill the woman in white, he could do so, and no one could fight back.
The woman was beautiful, and there was a feeling that made people want to pity her, but in Su Ming's eyes, it did not matter whether his enemy was a man or a woman! He did not care about the woman's life or death, but she could not die just yet, because once she died, other changes might happen in the Immortal sects, and Su Ming would not be able to achieve his goal of having both sides kill each other.
He had come here to destroy the white-robed woman's lock on him. It was as if he had destroyed one of her eyes so that she would no longer be able to sense him. Then, Su Ming would fuse into the darkness once again and no one would be able to discover him.
The white-robed woman shuddered lightly as she watched Su Ming's shadow disappear. Her lock on Su Ming also disappeared without a trace, and she could no longer search for him.
The other two old men beside her had incredibly sour expressions, but they did not do anything drastic. Their opponent's strength had completely intimidated them.
Only at that moment did the Immortal sect disciples who had surrounded them in layers of protection notice what had happened. Their hearts trembled, and shock appeared on their faces.
Another breeze blew past. It could not blow away the fog, but it could bring with it a bloody stench that spread outwards. The two headless corpses on the ground gave off a chilling air.
The woman in white remained silent for a moment. She closed her eyes, then opened them again. When she reopened them, calmness had returned to her eyes, and she continued sending orders through the jade slips. However, she did not do anything against Su Ming again.
To her, the deaths of the two old men in the sect was a warning, and Su Ming's soundless words before he left had turned that warning into a bloody one.
If she continued provoking him, then the ones who would die would be her and the other two old men.
She was not a member of the three sects, but had been invited to lead this battle. There was no need for her to give up her life for this.
As Su Ming retreated, the sounds of battle continued reverberating in the battlefield, and they became even more intense. There were not many people who could see Su Ming's actions as he was surrounded by fog. Even if they noticed him, once Su Ming hid himself in the fog once again, those who were paying attention to him could not help but lose track of his presence.
At that moment, Su Ming was standing in a corner of the battlefield. Fog surrounded him, and with an aloof expression, he had his divine sense spread outwards to observe the changes in the battlefield. The Verdant Abyssal Seal on his left hand was absorbing the aura of death that was swiftly charging towards him from all directions.
Screams of pain and booming sounds echoed in the air. The battle between the two sides was so intense that it seemed as if there was no end to it. The Immortal sects had been in a passive position since the beginning, and this had caused them to pay a huge price.
Most of the people who died were disciples from the Immortal sects.
However, after a short period of silence, the woman in white sent out her orders once again. At that moment, Su Ming noticed something different in the corner of the battlefield. He saw the Immortal sects' camps changing abruptly. They were no longer formed by one thousand people, but by three thousand. As they fused with each other, it was as if they had regrouped, causing the atmosphere in the battlefield to change swiftly. The teams that had lost their leaders fused with them, and they formed a fan shape as they retreated.
The actions of tens of thousands of people looked incredibly great in Su Ming's eyes. The ground was also trembling under the continuous booming sounds. When Su Ming saw this, a glint immediately appeared in his eyes.
'Quite a large number of people from the Immortal sects have died. Now … it's Evil Sect's turn! ' Su Ming did not want any side to obtain a decisive slaughter, or else there would not be too many people who would die in the end, even though the number of people killed might seem to be a lot. What he wanted was for both sides to be heavily injured and for both Evil Immortal sects to be completely destroyed.
A cold sneer appeared at the corners of Su Ming's lips. With one move, he immediately moved through the fog. There were a few Evil Dust Sect disciples not too far away from him. Their bodies were covered in sand, and they were charging towards the Immortal sects' camp in the distance like a windstorm. However, as Su Ming closed in, a loud bang rang out, and the windstorm crumbled. The Evil Sect disciples within it widened their eyes. A bloody hole had appeared at the center of their brows, and in their eyes was a chilling figure that was swiftly disappearing into the fog in the distance.
If he stopped Evil Sect's charge, he would give the people from the Immortal sects a chance to take the initiative. Su Ming believed that with so many of them dying, even if the people from the Immortal sects hesitated, they would definitely do as he said.
At that moment, Su Ming was moving incredibly quickly. As he moved through the fog, he lifted his right hand and grabbed an Evil Lust Sect disciple who was roaring with bloodlust and had no idea what was going on. While he was stunned, Su Ming pressed his right hand against the top of the person's skull. He did not kill him, but the Evil Lust Sect disciple started trembling viciously. At the same time an aura of death appeared in his eyes, veins popped up on his face, as if he was enduring unimaginable pain.
However, he could not make a single sound. A layer of black mist also seemed to have appeared on his skin, and it was continuously spreading through his body. With that person in hand, Su Ming moved like the wind.
Wherever he went, whenever he ran into an Evil Sect disciple, Su Ming would point at them without any hesitation. All those Evil Sect disciples who were touched by the tip of his finger would shudder and immediately lose their life force before they breathed their last.
The suppression of Su Ming's level of cultivation caused all those who were killed to have no chance of fighting back.
However, there were simply too many people fighting in this place. Even if Su Ming's level of cultivation was high, it was still difficult for him to kill all of them on his own. However, as he moved about in the fog and slaughtered his enemies like a fish in troubled waters, his existence could turn into a nightmare in this battlefield!
This nightmare continued. Su Ming moved like water, and the path he chose was towards the front of Evil Sect's army. Wherever he went, blood would fill the air, and shrill screams of pain would immediately echo in the air.
It was especially so when Su Ming rushed to the center of Evil Sect's army and pulled his left hand away from an Evil Sect disciple's dazed eyes. At the instant that Evil Sect disciple fell to the ground, the Evil Lust Sect disciple Su Ming had been holding with his right hand all this while turned completely black. All his hair fell off, and even his teeth fell off. His bones had also become limp, and he had shriveled up into a ball.
There was a strange and enchanting air to that darkness, causing all those who saw it to feel their hearts tremble involuntarily. There was also a faint fragrance spreading out from that person's body. That fragrance could make all those who smelled it feel refreshed, but if they breathed it in for a prolonged period of time, they would feel nauseous, as if they wanted to puke out all their organs.
That strange scent and that strange feeling … was a Curse!
As Su Ming's level of cultivation increased, his ability to use the Curse had also become much better than before. What he was casting at that moment was another way to use the Curse. This was a Curse formed after he fused it with the Shamans' Art. This person was caught between life and death. He was like a living dead, but also like a living dead!
As the power of the Curse continuously fused into this person's body, he would turn into a Cursed Body. The more power of the Curse he contained, then once he self-destructed, it would bring about a disaster in the area around him!
This was also the first time Su Ming used this method. At that moment, he held the Cursed person in his right hand, and with a single move, nearly a hundred Evil Sect disciples appeared before him. Without any hesitation, Su Ming leaped up and threw the Evil Lust Sect disciple in his hand towards the ground.
With that one throw, a strange and enchanting light appeared in the Evil Lust Sect disciple's eyes. The instant he landed on the ground, his body exploded with a bang, and a similarly black fog instantly tumbled backwards in all directions. Wherever it went, all the Evil Sect disciples who came into contact with it would immediately shudder violently, and a large amount of black spots would appear on their skin.
Su Ming was in midair, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, a thought suddenly appeared in his heart. He clenched his right hand into a fist and hurled it towards the air to his left. A loud bang shot up, and as the fog to Su Ming's left immediately shattered, a person appeared there. He coughed up blood and tumbled backwards. When his face was revealed, Su Ming recognized him with just one glance. This person was Sikong, whose face was filled with shock and disbelief.
Su Ming turned his head around and cast Sikong an aloof glance.
"Who are you?!" Sikong's voice was slightly piercing. Almost at the same time he said those words, blood trickled down the corners of his mouth once again. Sharp pain shot through his organs, and even his power became unstable. The jade pendant hanging on his chest also shattered with a cracking sound.
As the power of the Curse spread through his skin, a small black spot appeared, and it was continuously expanding. It exuded a presence that made Sikong's skin crawl, along with terror.
'What is this divine ability?! It's a power that surpasses that of those who have attained great circle in Ascendance! This is … 'Sikong sucked in a sharp breath. That jade pendant of his could withstand a full powered strike from a Berserker in the great circle of Ascendance, but it had shattered. All of this meant that Su Ming's punch had surpassed the power of a Berserker in the great circle of Ascendance.
In his shock, the black spot on his body had already become the size of a fist. He did not feel any sharp pain, but when Sikong swept his gaze past that black spot, he felt a strong sense of danger. It made him retreat swiftly in his nervousness, and as his heart pounded against his chest, his speed of retreat practically reached its limit. Su Ming narrowed his eyes. There were powerful Ascendance cultivators from Evil Sect fighting against those from the Immortal sects in the direction Sikong was retreating. He fell into a moment of pensive silence, then let out a cold harrumph and did not chase after him. Whether he killed Sikong or not was a small matter. His priority was to cause chaos in the battlefield.
"How dare you ambush the people from Great Leaf Immortal Sect with that bit of power?" Su Ming asked flatly, then turned around and disappeared from the spot.
'Great Leaf Immortal Sect! He's from Great Leaf Immortal Sect! ' Sikong coughed up a mouthful of blood once again, unable to control himself. As he retreated swiftly, he only saw that Su Ming did not chase after him. He clenched his fists, and hatred and madness appeared in his eyes.
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