The moment he swung his arm, a rumbling sound reverberated in the air. A series of ripples immediately appeared in the air between the arm and Shi Hai and the other eight people. Shi Hai and the other eight people shuddered as if a huge force had crashed into their bodies. The Qi in their bodies broke apart and their faces turned pale as they coughed out a huge mouthful of blood. They tumbled backwards and fell to the ground. They may not have died, but their bodies felt as if they were about to explode. They could not stand up.
"You didn't die? You're one of the weaker descendants of the Great Tribe of Man Miao. You can't underestimate it. After all, your blood still contains some of the legacy of the Great Tribe of Man Miao … "As the ghastly voice echoed in the air, an unknown method was used in the fog, causing the strange beast's roar to contain a hint of pain.
"A sealed Dark Roc. It's not hard to take it … The seal has already restricted most of your power. Let's see how you fight back!" There was a hint of joy in the ghastly voice.
Yet at that moment, a low roar came from the sky in the distance.
"Thief, how dare you destroy our sacred mountain!" Following the voice was the enraged Elder of Wind Stream Tribe, Jing Nan. Behind him was a beautiful but cold woman dressed in purple. She was already middle-aged, but her beauty did not diminish in the slightest. At that moment, there was a murderous glint in her eyes, which contained the same anger and murderous intent.
Once the two of them arrived, they did not hesitate. They rushed into the crack and into the thick black fog in Wind Stream Mountain. Soon after, booming sounds shook the sky and earth as they traveled out from within the black fog. Jing Nan's low roars could also be heard.
Su Ming did not know what happened in Wind Stream Mountain. Even if he knew, he would not care about it. The most important thing for him now was to return to the tribe as soon as possible.
He wanted to see whether the tribe … was still around …
He wanted to see whether his tribe members … were still safe …
After his nervousness, anxiety, and madness passed, he fell into silence. He ran quietly on the ground and in the snow. A long time had passed since the elder left. The sky was still slightly bright. Su Ming knew that with the dark python's speed, the elder and the others would have already returned to the tribe.
'Nothing must go wrong …' Su Ming continued leaping on the ground, bringing forth the fastest speed he could muster in his life.
His speed was so fast that, at first glance, he seemed to be right in front of him, but in the blink of an eye, he had already disappeared into the distance. He ran with all his might, even ignoring his exhaustion. In order to increase his speed, the 243 blood veins that covered his entire body kept erupting with power, increasing his speed.
When the sky was completely lit up and the sun rose, its rays shone on the ground. The snow on the ground gave off a piercing silver glow. Su Ming ran out of the plains where Wind Stream Tribe was located and rushed into the withered forest. He approached the trading square he had been to before, the one he had been to before.
With his previous speed, it would have taken him more than half a day to cover this distance. But now, with his silence, it only took him less than four hours.
This sort of speed was already incredibly fast and unbelievable, but to Su Ming, it was still too slow!
He did not roar anymore. Instead, in the silence, veins popped up on his legs. He ran through the forest, and with a flash, he leaped up and used the momentum to run once again. As he continued running, Su Ming's entire body was drenched in sweat. Not only were his legs in pain, almost every part of his body was aching.
Time passed by. Gradually, it was noon. The snow was no longer falling from the sky. There were no clouds in the sky, and it was clear. However, there was a person running quietly in the forest on the ground. His sweat could not even drip down his skin before it was immediately left behind.
What supported Su Ming was determination and determination. He was worried about his tribe's safety and worried about his tribe's survival. That indescribable feeling made him feel as if his body had become empty, and the only thing that existed was his determination to continue running.
The distance that could have been covered if Su Ming did not listen for an entire night was gradually closed by noon as he ran. Gradually, excitement and anxiety appeared in Su Ming's eyes.
He was getting closer to the tribe. His heart pounded against his entire body, making his anxiety grow stronger. He was afraid of seeing the collapse of the tribe. He was afraid of seeing the corpses littering the ground.
He was afraid, but his speed did not decrease. There was even a fierce presence within his body.
When the outline of Dark Mountain Tribe finally appeared in his eyes, Su Ming shuddered and tears fell from his eyes.
From afar, the gate to the tribe had collapsed. Many of the giant wooden fences around the tribe were also broken. There was also a thin layer of black smoke rising from the fences. It was clear that the tribe had been burnt down.
The tribe was not silent. There was a large number of people in the tribe, as if they were gathering together.
When he saw that most of his tribe members were fine, Su Ming's anxiety lessened slightly. But what followed was a wave of killing intent. It was a killing intent directed towards the enemies who destroyed Dark Mountain Tribe.
Su Ming charged towards the tribe. Before he even got close, he was immediately seen by the Berserkers in the hunting team. Their expressions instantly became alert, but when they saw Su Ming, they relaxed. The fatigue on their faces could not be hidden.
Su Ming returned to the tribe with tears in his eyes. He walked past the gate that had been blasted to pieces and into the tribe. He saw the fatigue on the faces of the members of the hunting team and the dozens of corpses on the ground in the center of the tribe.
Su Ming was familiar with all of those corpses. They were his tribe members. There were people crying beside the corpses. Those were their family members. Their cries echoed in the tribe, making Su Ming's heart ache so much that he felt as if he was about to bleed.
He saw the normal members of his tribe. Their faces were filled with grief, fear, and confusion. They were quickly packing up their belongings and running towards the gathering point of the tribe.
He saw the young La Sus. There were tears on their young faces, along with fear and terror. They held onto their mother's hands tightly, as if they would never be able to touch her again once they let go …
Many of the tents in the tribe had collapsed. The ground was a mess and there were terrifying bloodstains everywhere. It was clear that a battle had happened here not long ago.
As he watched, Su Ming clenched his fists tightly. Hatred appeared in his eyes. It was a rare hatred and bloodlust that could be seen on a boy who was not even 17 years old!
Su Ming's tears continued falling. He saw his neighbor's mother, who had always been kind to him since he was young, sitting outside the ruined tent with a dumbfounded expression. There was no one by her side … Her child had died, her husband had died … She was the only one left sitting there with a dazed look on her face.
When Su Ming looked at her, he could clearly feel an indescribable grief.
'Black Mountain Tribe!' Su Ming gritted his teeth. He saw Lei Chen. Lei Chen looked exhausted. He was helping his tribe members gather in the crowd and organizing some of the important items for the tribe.
Lei Chen did not notice Su Ming. At that moment, he was already exhausted.
Su Ming also saw Wu La. This girl who had always looked down on him but had a faint admiration for Mo Su seemed to have grown up in an instant. She carried the bow on her back and stood in the crowd, comforting them softly while also helping them gather as quickly as possible.
Chen Xin was also in the crowd. Her delicate expression made her look delicate and pitiful. However, the determination in her eyes also represented that she had grown up.
Su Ming did not see the tribe leader, the Head of the Guards, Shan Hen, or Bei Ling. There were even some powerful Berserkers at the seventh level of the Blood Solidification Realm who were not there.
But Su Ming saw the elder.
The elder was standing in the distance. His face was pale and he looked as if he had aged too much. It was as if a few decades had passed since that night. At that moment, the elder had his head lowered and was helping a tribe member whose left leg was a bloody mess to heal. That tribe member was a Berserker. He was about 27 or 28 years old. Su Ming knew him. He was Liu Di, the one who often played the xun.
This person did not like interacting with others in the tribe. There was an item made of bone the size of a fist hanging from his waist. There were a few small holes on it and it looked very strange.
Su Ming knew that item. It was called a xun. It was a musical instrument. Many people in the tribe did not know how to play it. Only this person seemed to have the talent. He could occasionally hear the sound of the xun in the tribe.
Now, there was no longer any pain on his face. There was only determination and determination.
Su Ming wept and walked forward. Everything he saw when he returned to the tribe turned his anger into killing intent. He wanted to fight for the tribe!
"Elder … don't worry about me. My legs are gone, but I can still fight … I …" As Su Ming got closer, he heard the tribe member who was being healed by the elder speaking in a hoarse voice.
The elder's face was dejected. There was sadness on his face. He nodded his head gently, and as if he had noticed something, he lifted his head and saw Su Ming walking towards him.
The moment he saw Su Ming, the elder was stunned for a moment. Great surprise and shock appeared on his face. He understood his own seal and knew that it was not something a normal person could break so quickly. Yet Su Ming, who stood before him, made him feel as if he was hallucinating in his daze.
This was the first time the elder showed such an expression before Su Ming. He could not believe that Su Ming could break his own seal and return to the tribe so quickly.
At that moment, the elder was not the only one who saw Su Ming. Lei Chen also saw him. His eyes widened in disbelief. At the same time, Wu La, who was not too far away, also saw Su Ming standing before the elder.
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