The northern wind moaned and lifted the snow on the ground in the forest. The snow swayed in the wind as if it had no roots and did not know where it should go. It was as if the people under the snow were slowly leaving the tribe they had lived in for generations as they walked quietly into the forest.
Gradually, no one spoke. Even the cries of the children, La Sus, quickly stopped. They were either comforted by the whispers of their loved ones, or gritted their teeth, forcefully turning their sorrow into determination and hatred.
Most of the hundreds of people were normal tribe members. There were also the old, the weak, the sick, and the crippled. They could not walk quickly. The cold wind chilled their bones and the snow on the ground was thick, causing their speed to become even slower.
The Berserkers from Dark Mountain Tribe surrounded the area were filled with sadness and vigilance. They did not dare let down their guard, because a battle to the death could break out at any moment. Once they died, their tribe members would no longer have any protection, and they would be weak.
Su Ming held the little girl in his arms. She held onto his clothes. She seemed to be very cold in the freezing wind, but what was even colder was her dream … However, perhaps it was because of the warmth coming from Su Ming's embrace that the child slowly calmed down. Gradually, she seemed to have found peace in her dream. However, tears would still occasionally fall from the corners of her eyes.
As he held the child gently in his arms, Su Ming stepped on the snow on the ground and walked forward. He continuously looked around him, and when he saw the familiar faces of his tribe members by his side, he saw grief, saw the reluctance to part with them, and also saw determination and determination.
Su Ming gritted his teeth. Hatred appeared in his eyes as he walked forward quietly. Sometimes, he would go up and support the old and weak to help their trembling bodies move faster on the snow.
'Based on the speed at which our tribe members travel day and night, we'll need at least three days to reach Wind Stream Tribe. Three days … I wonder how many of us will be able to survive once we get there …' Su Ming's heart was bleeding. He was afraid. He was not afraid of his own danger, but of how many of those familiar faces he would never see again three days later.
Su Ming knew that if there was a method, the elder would use it to let the tribe members quickly reach Wind Stream Tribe. The dark python may be fast, but it could not bring too many people with it at once. The normal tribe members could not handle the burden of flying in the sky. They needed several powerful Berserkers like the Head of the Guards to protect them.
But now, in the tribe, once a few experts left, the remaining people would find it hard to survive.
"Ma …" In Su Ming's silence, the little girl in his arms mumbled in her dreams. She wrapped her arms tightly around Su Ming's neck, as if once she let go, she would lose her peace.
"I should have come back!" Su Ming patted the back of the child in his arms.
Time trickled by. When it was almost dusk, the migrating people from Dark Mountain Tribe had already left their homes far behind. They gritted their teeth and continued moving forward in the depths of the forest in the cold. Suddenly, a piercing whistle that shook the heavens came from behind the crowd!
That whistle was piercing to the ears. As it rose into the air, roars filled with excitement rose into the air. At the same time, figures charged towards them from the forest in the distance.
In an instant, almost everyone in Dark Mountain Tribe was shocked. A chilling glare appeared in the elder's eyes. The Berserkers beside him, the Head of the Guards, and the others all had killing intent appear on their faces.
The tribe members trembled. They were surrounded by fear and the shadow of death. They were afraid and could not help but cry. The tribe seemed to be in chaos.
"Everyone else, don't move. Continue protecting our tribe members as we move forward. Protect the people at the back of the tribe and follow me to kill the enemies!" The elder immediately gave an order.
Su Ming let a normal tribe member carry the little girl in his arms. He was about to move when he heard the elder's words. He stopped in his tracks and gritted his teeth. Under the tribe leader's lead, he protected his tribe members and moved forward quickly. Behind them, the elder and the seven Berserkers from the tribe stood. They looked like a wall, a wall that blocked off the enemy!
Whistling sounds echoed in the air. Twenty something Berserkers from Black Mountain Tribe rushed out from the forest behind them. The appearance of so many Berserkers shocked Su Ming.
After all, Dark Mountain Tribe only had thirty something Berserkers. Yet now, Black Mountain Tribe had sent out twenty something Berserkers in one attack. It was hard to believe.
Most of the Berserkers were at the fourth or fifth level of the Blood Solidification Realm. However, five of them were at the sixth level of the Blood Solidification Realm, and three of them were at the seventh level of the Blood Solidification Realm.
There was no eighth level Berserker, but there were two men in black robes standing right in front of these people. Their clothes were completely different from those of Black Mountain Tribe. They did not fit in with the tribe, but at the same time, they exuded a great amount of Qi that made Su Ming's pupils shrink.
The power of their Qi surpassed that of the Head of the Guards, Shan Hen, and the tribe leader. Their level of cultivation and the blood covering their bodies showed that they were Berserkers in the later stage of the Blood Solidification Realm who were around the tenth level!
Yet Su Ming could see that the eyes of the two men in black robes were dull and lifeless. They were clearly different from normal people, but their movements were nimble. Under their lead, the twenty something Berserkers from Black Mountain Tribe charged towards the elder and the others with ferocious expressions, excitement, and a thirst for blood.
Strange roars came from their mouths. When the normal tribe members heard those roars, they trembled in fear.
"Let's go!" The elder turned his head around and spoke in a low voice. He turned around and took a step towards the incoming Berserkers from Black Mountain Tribe. With a wave of his arm, black wind appeared out of thin air and swept in all directions, causing a large amount of snow to be lifted in the air. The wind charged towards the twenty something Berserkers from Black Mountain Tribe.
The two men in black robes in the later stage of the Blood Solidification Realm had a clear goal. They did not look at anyone else. Instead, as the blood veins on their bodies burst forth and shone with a piercing blood-red light, they charged into the black wind. Banging sounds reverberated in the air as they charged towards the elder.
As the black wind swept past the remaining Berserkers, seven or eight of them coughed out blood. Their bodies trembled and collapsed, exploding into a large amount of flesh and blood. The stench of blood instantly filled the air.
The slaughter had begun!
Besides the elder, there were only seven other Berserkers from Dark Mountain Tribe who were guarding the back. Determination appeared on their faces, and they showed no signs of retreating. Behind them were their tribe members, their family. They could not retreat, they could not retreat!
With sorrow and determination, the seven people roared towards the sky and rushed towards the dozen something Berserkers. They wanted to hold these people back at all costs so that they could buy time for their tribe members behind them!
Their levels of cultivation were not high. The strongest among them was at the seventh level of the Blood Solidification Realm. The rest were around the fifth level. Yet at that moment, there was an indescribable presence around them. That presence was that of protecting their home, that presence was that of protecting their tribe members. That presence was something that could not be extinguished even in death. Even if their bodies were torn to shreds, they would not allow their enemies to take a single step forward!
This was a human wall built with their flesh and blood. This was a ravine drawn with their lives. This was a madness that erupted from their souls. This was their choice!
Su Ming's eyes were bloodshot. He was not the only one. Most of the Berserkers around him had gone mad. Even some of the normal tribe members were roaring. They wanted to fight!
"Don't look. Your mission is to protect our tribe members when they migrate. We … go!" Just as Su Ming and the others were about to lose control and rush back to fight, a resolute look appeared in the tribe leader's eyes. Yet deep within that resolute look was sorrow.
He was the tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe. His mission was to ensure that more people in Dark Mountain Tribe could survive and allow Dark Mountain Tribe to continue existing …
Su Ming clenched his fists tightly. His eyes were bloodshot. He had no choice but to suppress his killing intent. He looked at the seven tribe members who were hundreds of feet behind him. The dozens of Berserkers from Black Mountain Tribe were closing in on them like a flood. As the rumbling sounds echoed in the air, Su Ming saw one of his tribe members coughing out blood. His right arm exploded. He staggered a few steps back, but he managed to stop himself. His legs had already been destroyed, but he still looked ferocious. As he roared, he rammed his head against the enemy's head that was filled with excitement and killing intent. He even opened his mouth, and as the Berserker from Black Mountain Tribe let out a shrill scream of pain, he bit down on the man's neck and tore off a large piece of flesh.
The face of the man from Black Mountain Tribe was filled with terror. His neck was a bloody mess. As he screamed in pain, he punched the chest of the Berserker from Dark Mountain Tribe, causing the Berserker to cough out blood, but he swallowed the blood and flesh in his mouth with a ferocious expression. That cruel expression and that insane action made the heart of the man from Black Mountain Tribe tremble.
At that moment, the man from Dark Mountain Tribe who swallowed the flesh turned his head around and looked at the crowd leaving into the distance. He seemed to have also seen Su Ming looking at him from within the crowd. A gentle smile appeared on his lips. He was a man in his thirties, and in his eyes, Su Ming was just a child.
That smile was like the kindness of an elder. It was completely different from the previous cruel smile. Once he smiled, the man turned his head around, and the moment he closed his eyes, the blood veins on his body exploded. It affected his entire body, causing his body to explode. The violent sound turned into a sound that shook the sky. The moment his body exploded, the eyes of the man from Black Mountain Tribe who was the closest to him, filled with endless terror. He wanted to retreat, but it was too late.
That was … the explosion of his blood veins! That was the last sound he made in his life. That sound told all the people from Black Mountain Tribe who were chasing after him that if they wanted to destroy Dark Mountain Tribe, they would have to pay an unimaginable price!
The man from Black Mountain Tribe coughed out blood as his arms exploded. He retreated with great difficulty, but he had lost all will to fight. His heart was trembling. He was afraid.
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