The booming sounds from Four Sacred Skies in the third layer of Sky Mist Dao continued viciously. The Rune might be incredibly powerful, and the four great laws of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning contained an endless amount of destructive power.
However, no matter how endless that destructive power was, it could not suppress the five hundred thousand Berserkers' crazed charge. They were fighting without care for anything else, a counterattack formed by their hatred towards the Immortals to rise to power.
The Rune lasted for a moment, but that so-called endless destruction could not last for long. A large number of Berserkers died, but they died willingly. They died for their people and for the Berserkers to rise to power. They died without regrets.
Even Su Ming could not stop the Berserkers from dying as they fought against the Immortals for the sake of rising to power. If he forcefully stopped the Berserkers' attack and went to fight against Sky Mist Dao's Rune alone, then perhaps with his own strength, he might be able to break through Sky Mist Mountain's gate.
But if that was truly the case, then this war would not be between the Berserkers and the Immortals, but … between Su Ming and the Immortals. If that was truly the case, then the Berserkers would not rise to power. Even if they did rise to power, then it would be Su Ming who would rise to power, not the Berserkers.
A race needed blood, sacrifices, and willpower to rise to power.
Su Ming looked at the Berserkers beside him, whose eyes were bloodshot with madness. The only thing he could do was to lead them and break the Rune. Su Ming moved forward, and as he circulated his cultivation base based on his Life Matrix, he lifted his foot and took a swift step forward. Instantly, the world rumbled, and a huge foot appeared in the sky.
This was the God of Berserkers' Seven Steps. That foot stomped on Sky Mist Dao's Four Sacred Skies' Rune seven times in a row. As the Rune trembled, an innumerable amount of Berserkers charged forward madly, using their bodies, their flesh and blood, their cultivation bases, and everything else they could to crash into the Rune.
Booming sounds surged into the sky at that instant. Tens of thousands of Berserkers died, but at the same time, the Four Sacred Skies' Rune crumbled.
Once the Four Sacred Skies' Rune crumbled, there was only one final protective Rune between the Immortals and the Berserkers - Four Seasons' Destruction!
This spell formation was extremely terrifying. It didn't have any physical attacks, nor did it have any soul-destroying power. What it contained was a power that moved from spring to winter. It could cause a person to experience the changes of the four seasons, from life to death … using an equivalent amount of lifespan to extinguish a person's flame of life.
"Disciples of Sky Mist Dao, we are Immortals. Even … if we die, we will die while destroying the Berserkers. Once we die, our souls will return to our homeland!
If we die in humiliation, if those savages break through the formation, then our deaths will not be worth it!! " At the instant the Rune in Four Sacred Skies crumbled, the Sect Master of one of the sects in the land of Berserkers, a middle-aged man with a dark expression, stood in midair within Sky Mist Dao and stared at all the disciples in the eighteen mountains.
His gaze gradually softened, revealing a trace of reluctance.
"I don't want to die, but … Sky Mist Sect is about to be destroyed. When this Rune collapses, we will all have to face death without exception. I hope … that my death will be a worthy one. I hope that my death can make those savages in Yin Death Region pay a terrible price.
"I hope that my death will allow the army of Immortals to slaughter their way into the land of Berserkers to take revenge for us, and that fewer people will be sacrificed …
"I am not selfless, but at this moment, I hope that my death will be worth it!
"Who among you is willing to die a worthy death with me?!" The middle-aged man's voice was filled with passion. At the instant he said these words, he lifted his head swiftly and took a step towards the final Rune above him - Sky Mist Dao's Four Seasons' Destruction Rune.
At the instant he moved forward, his physical body rapidly withered away. At the instant he got close to the Rune, his physical body turned into a pile of dried up bones and disappeared. However, his Nascent Divinity, which had all his blood, flesh, and cultivation base gathered together, flew out from the pile of dried up bones and fused into the Four Seasons' Destruction Rune with a bang.
"Sky Mist Dao's final Rune is called Four Seasons' Destruction because as long as someone offers up their life in exchange for another, it will be incredibly difficult to break through. Sky Mist Dao only has dead souls. There are no living souls waiting for you Berserkers to arrive!
"I still have four thousand eight hundred something years of life left. Who among you will trade your life for mine?!" The voice of Sky Mist Dao's Sect Master in the land of Berserkers reverberated in the air and spread through the entire Rune. Even the Berserkers outside stopped moving.
Su Ming was right at the front. When he looked over, he could sense the Immortals' determination to go mad even if they had to die. Even if he hated this race, he had to admit that all races had aspects that were worthy of respect.
"I still have seven hundred something years of life left. Who among you will trade your life for mine?!" A person flew out from one of the eighteen mountains in Sky Mist Dao and charged towards the Four Seasons' Destruction Rune.
"I still have a hundred something years of life left …"
"I still have two thousand two hundred something years of life left …"
"I still have four hundred something years of life left …"
"I still have six hundred something years of life left …" Voices continued echoing in the eighteen mountains in Sky Mist Dao. Suddenly, people charged towards the Four Seasons' Destruction Rune. In the blink of an eye, these voices became more frequent, and in the end, they fused together to turn into Sky Mist Dao's shouts.
"I still have five hundred years of life left," Wu La said softly, and with a single move, she fused into the Rune.
In silence, Tian Lan You lifted her head and took a step towards the Rune. Behind her, Tian Lan Meng bit her bottom lip. In her anguish, she was just about to take another step forward when suddenly, the departing Tian Lan You turned her head around. Before Tian Lan Meng could react to what was going on, Tian Lan You lifted her right hand and swung it at her.
A layer of white fog spread out, and Tian Lan Meng gradually closed her eyes in that fog and fell to the side.
"Live well …" Tian Lan You said softly, then turned around and walked towards the Rune in the sky.
In the face of almost all the people in Sky Mist Dao offering up their lives, a piercing light erupted from the Four Seasons' Destruction Rune. That light surrounded the entire area and appeared right before the Berserkers.
The low roars and the words "trade your life for mine" represented the Immortals' counterattack, and it also caused all the Berserkers in the battle to fall silent for a moment.
Yet it only lasted for a moment before all the Berserkers took a step forward. A presence that could suppress everything swiftly reverberated in the air, and all the Berserkers rushed into the light ring that was used to trade their lives for theirs.
Su Ming did not move back. He took a step forward and stepped into the light ring at the same time as the Berserkers. This was a fight to the death that was devoid of schemes, overt plots, and schemes.
This was a madness of trading lives for lives. The Immortals could do it, and the Berserkers could do the same. As the life force of both sides fought against each other in the Rune, booming sounds rang in the air, and once the Sky Mist Dao disciples gave up all their life force, their bodies withered, but their Nascent Divinities exploded, using the power of their self-destruction to trade for an even greater price.
It was the same for the Berserkers. In this battle where there was no right or wrong and no reason, this madness of trading lives for theirs gradually came to an end as the number of people who died increased.
The tens of thousands of Immortals died and crumbled, until the Sect Master disappeared, until Wu La's soul scattered in anguish, until all the Immortals gave up their lives for the sake of killing even more Berserkers …
This exchange of lives ended.
When the final Immortal in the Rune died, the light from the Four Seasons' Destruction Rune gradually faded away, eventually disappearing from the world. Su Ming stood in midair. Nearly seventy thousand Berserkers had died behind him.
Of these people, half of them had died in the exchange of fates.
The entire battlefield was filled with silence.
"They are warriors. Even if our hatred for them burns the heavens … they are warriors, and they are worthy of respect," Su Ming said slowly. His voice reverberated in the battlefield and fell into all the Berserkers' ears.
Sky Mist Dao was destroyed. However, in all races and all sects, there were those who dared to sacrifice themselves, and there would naturally be those who were cowardly and weak. At that moment, there were hundreds of people who had not given up their lives on the eighteen mountains of Sky Mist Dao. Once the Four Seasons' Destruction Rune disappeared and the entire world was filled with Berserkers, these hundreds of people walked out with trembling bodies and knelt down towards the Berserkers and Su Ming.
"We are willing to change our blood inheritance and worship the God of Berserkers from now on. We will become Berserkers …" These hundreds of people knelt down and worshiped Su Ming while trembling, and their voices for the sake of survival rang out.
Su Ming did not bother himself with these people. There would naturally be people who would enslave them and turn them into Berserkers' subordinates. From then on, they would be slaves. Su Ming's gaze fell on a person who had fallen on one of the eighteen mountains.
He walked over in silence and arrived beside the unconscious Tian Lan Meng. He looked at her quietly, and a hint of nostalgia and complicated emotions appeared on his face.
Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened them after a moment, he called out flatly, "Chi Lei Tian!"
Immediately, a long arc charged towards him from the sky behind him and landed behind him. Naturally, it was Chi Lei Tian. His heart was trembling slightly, but not a single hint of that emotion could be seen on his face. Instead, he was filled with zealous respect, and he knelt down on one knee before Su Ming.
"I am Chi Lei Tian."
"I took half of your Lightning Crystal in the past …" Su Ming said slowly. When he said these words, Chi Lei Tian's heart let out a loud thump, and an awkward and wry smile appeared on his face.
"Today, I will give the ruins of Sky Mist Dao to your tribe. It will be the root for your tribe to grow stronger." Su Ming turned around and looked towards Chi Lei Tian.
Chi Lei Tian was momentarily stunned, then he instantly became excited and bowed towards Su Ming once again.
"Thank you for your reward, God of Berserkers!"
"You can stay here for now. As for the rest of the Berserkers, come with me … and slaughter our way into Hidden Dragon Sect!" Su Ming moved and walked towards the sky. The hundreds of thousands of Berserkers around him roared together and turned into long arcs that charged into the distance with Su Ming.
"This woman is old friends with me. Stay here and do not harm her." Chi Lei Tian lifted his head and looked at the army of Berserkers leaving into the distance in the sky, as well as Su Ming, who was standing right in front of them. The words Su Ming had sent to him before he left echoed in his ears.
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