'Who is he?! There's no one in Dark Mountain Tribe who has such power at such a young age! 'The man coughed out blood. There was shock on his face. His head was ringing, and his heart was roaring.
But Su Ming was too fast. Almost the moment the man crashed into the wooden fence, Su Ming closed in once again. With madness and bloodlust, he hurled his fist forward. At the same time, he bit the tip of his tongue and coughed out a mouthful of blood. The moment the blood appeared, it immediately turned into blood mist. It was the Dark Blood Dust Art.
The moment the Art was cast, it charged towards the man. Under the man's disbelieving expression, Su Ming's right hand pierced through the blood mist at the fastest speed possible and crashed into the man's chest.
With a bang, the wooden fence trembled. The man's eyes widened and lost their color. A large amount of blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth. His chest had been pierced through by Su Ming's fist.
"Kill him!" Su Ming's eyes were bloodshot. He did not stop even after killing one person. He turned around and charged towards the other Berserkers from Black Mountain Tribe. His battle with the man may have been quick, but it was all seen by the other Berserkers from Black Mountain Tribe nearby. They could not believe their eyes as they watched their vice chief of the hunters being killed. They could not even see Su Ming's body. They could only see an afterimage flashing by.
They were not the only ones. The other Berserkers beside Su Ming were also shocked. They knew Su Ming. They knew him. In their memories, Su Ming was just a normal member of their tribe. They did not have the time to think about why Su Ming was also among the Berserkers. Yet at that moment, Su Ming's explosive power shocked them, and at the same time, they became incredibly excited!
As Su Ming let out a low growl, the eight Berserkers roared as well.
"Kill!"
"Those who destroyed my garden will die!" Su Ming's eyes were bloodshot. The Qi in his body surged, and he hurled his fist forward!
"Those who killed my tribe will die!" He hurled another punch.
"Those who killed my tribe will die!" He hurled another punch.
Su Ming's body flickered, and under the terror of the dozen something men from Black Mountain Tribe, he went berserk. He had never killed so many people before, and he had never hated them so much. At that moment, he was no longer a boy who was not even 17 years old, but a crazed murderer.
As blood splattered everywhere, a booming sound traveled into Su Ming's ears. His heart was bleeding. That was the sound of one of his tribe members choosing to self-destruct when he was heavily injured!
This was a war. This was a fight between the invaders and the protectors. This was the madness of the tribes. This was the grudge between Dark Mountain Tribe and Black Mountain Tribe that would not end until one of them died!
The sudden addition of Berserkers from Black Mountain Tribe caused the battle to become even more devastating. There were not many Berserkers from Dark Mountain Tribe, and their numbers were less than those from Black Mountain Tribe. Yet at that moment, all the members of Dark Mountain Tribe were filled with determination. To protect their home, to protect their tribe, and to protect their tribe, they were willing to give up everything!
So what if I die?! Fighting for their homeland, fighting for their tribe, fighting for their children, fighting for their parents, this was the most brilliant moment in their lives!
The crowd protected by the light from the statue of the God of Berserkers started crying in the midst of the silence. The sounds of crying echoed in the air, and there were even voices calling out to them. They were crying for their sons who protected them, for their fathers who protected them, and for the Berserkers who protected them …
"Ma, why is the sky blue..? Is it because pa is looking at us..?"
"Pa, why are the stars twinkling..? Is it because ma is looking at us..?" Someone was the first to whisper softly. Gradually, almost all the tribe members protected by the light from the statue of the God of Berserkers started mumbling as they cried.
Their voices blended together and gradually turned into a low sound wave. There was a gentleness to it, along with a hint of sorrow. Yet within that gentleness and sorrow, there was an indescribable emotion.
These words were unique to Dark Mountain Tribe. Every single time a member of Dark Mountain Tribe died, the entire tribe would gather around the fire and look at their dead tribe member while chanting these sorrowful words.
"La Su, don't be lonely in the sky. Don't be sad. Don't cry. Ma and pa are watching you on the ground … Every single year, every single day … we're watching you …
"I won't cry. I won't be sad. I won't be lonely. I know that you're there, watching me … I'm happy …"
The words gradually grew louder as they wept. The Berserkers from Dark Mountain Tribe who were fearless of death listened to their tribe members' voices and those familiar words. Sorrow appeared on their faces and they let out stifled roars. They wanted to fight, to fight to the death!
Su Ming trembled. Tears fell from his eyes. His body was covered in blood. Some of it was his, but most of it belonged to his enemies.
He did not know fatigue. He did not know fear. All he knew was that he had to fight to the death. When he could no longer move, when he was heavily injured, then what he had to do was to self-destruct his blood veins!
"Ma … Pa … Pipi …" Behind Su Ming, he could faintly hear the sobbing of the little girl who had just woken up.
Su Ming's heart was in pain, and he was bleeding. It was as if there were an innumerable amount of sharp needles piercing through his heart, causing his speed to become faster and his fists to let out booming sounds. In the midst of this sorrow and slaughter, a sobbing melody echoed in the air.
There was a desolate air to that song, a hint of sorrow, and a hint of parting … Not too far away was a big tree. Dark Mountain Tribe's Liu Di was leaning against the tree. His legs were a mess and his body was covered in blood. His face was pale and there was a dull look in his eyes.
With trembling hands, he held a xun made of bones by his lips and played the sad song. The sobbing sound was like a mother's cries. In the horrifying battlefield, it blended with the tribe members' murmurs and turned into a sorrow that made their hearts clench in pain.
The sorrowful sobs floated in the air with the wind and melted into the snow on the ground. They were immersed in the blood of their tribe members. It made all the Dark Mountain Tribe members who heard it weep endlessly.
Su Ming trembled. This was not the first time he heard the song of the xun, but it had never made him cry like this before. It made him feel as if his heart had been pierced through and he had lost it, turning him into a heartless person. The only things that remained were the wounds all over his body and the endless sorrow he felt.
Besides the sorrowful song, he also heard the occasional rumble of self-destruction. Each rumble meant that a Berserker from his tribe had chosen to self-destruct his blood veins.
"Don't leave me behind on the road to hell!" Su Ming laughed brokenly. He threw a punch forward and blasted the body of an enemy from Dark Mountain Tribe before him. He also coughed out a mouthful of blood. As he turned around, he saw his tribe member playing the song before he died under a big tree not too far away.
That clansman's eyes were dim, but they were bright. He played the xun song, and the blood on his hands stained the bone xun. However, it could not cover the sound that belonged to him, the sorrow that belonged to him, and the farewell that belonged to him.
This was the last song he would play for his tribe in his life. This time, he used his life to play this song …
Su Ming closed his eyes. The moment he averted his gaze, his pupils suddenly shrank. He saw three men from Black Mountain Tribe standing before Bei Ling in another direction. They were forcing Bei Ling back with ferocious and excited looks on their faces. Bei Ling's bow was broken. There were a lot of wounds on his body, especially on his chest. There was a large amount of blood flowing out of it. His face was pale. He held a bone blade in his hand, and with determination and sorrow, he fought madly.
He could not retreat. Behind him were his tribe members. Even if they were enveloped by the light from the statue of the God of Berserkers, he could not retreat either. The person closest to him was a woman. Tears fell from her eyes as she looked at Bei Ling, at his trembling body, and at his back that was like a mountain.
That woman was Chen Xin. She seemed to be shouting something, as if she was telling Bei Ling something. Su Ming was too far away and could not hear her, but he could see the hidden gentleness in Chen Xin's eyes when she looked at Bei Ling.
She liked Bei Ling. At that moment, she was even more certain of her own thoughts. She … liked him.
Tears fell from the corners of her eyes. When she saw Bei Ling trembling and one of the three men from Black Mountain Tribe closing in on him with a ferocious smile, the bone blade in his hand sliced towards Bei Ling's head like lightning, Chen Xin let out a shrill cry of sorrow. She … rushed out.
Bei Ling laughed brokenly. He was so tired that he could no longer withstand it. Since the previous night, he had been fighting to the death. He knew that he could no longer avoid it. Just as he was about to self-destruct, he saw Chen Xin hugging him.
"Oh well, since you're here, then come with me …" Just as Bei Ling was about to close his eyes and make his blood veins explode, the world suddenly roared. A voice that shook the area and made everyone, including those from Black Mountain Tribe who were fighting, tremble reverberated in the air.
A crimson long spear charged towards Bei Ling at an unbelievable speed. There was an incredibly strong murderous aura coming from the long spear. With a hint of madness, it turned into a gigantic red eagle that everyone could see. In the blink of an eye, it flew past Bei Ling and pierced through the chest of the man from Black Mountain Tribe who was about to swing his blade at him. With a bang, the man's body was pinned to the snow. At the same time, a wave of air exploded in all directions. The man's body exploded and turned into a pile of flesh and blood.
The other two men from Black Mountain Tribe trembled and could not help but take a few steps back. They coughed out blood. At the same time, a figure leaped forward like lightning and stood in front of Bei Ling, replacing everything in his eyes!
The moment this scene and the back appeared, a huge storm stirred up in Bei Ling's heart. He was familiar with this scene. He had experienced this before in Wind Stream Tribe. He had seen a person standing before him like this. Even though the two of them had different appearances and physiques, at that moment, in Bei Ling's eyes, they … overlapped with each other.
"Su … Ming …" Disbelief appeared on Bei Ling's face. He was stunned, and then he understood everything …
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