Bi Tu's strength and the Wings of the Moon formed by his Berserker Art were enough to strike fear into the hearts of all those who saw it. After all, the people who lived in the tribe were very familiar with the Wings of the Moon.
Bi Tu's killing intent filled the air. With his power of the Transcendence Realm, even the elder was forced to retreat. Who could fight against him?
The Wings of the Moon chasing behind the elder were closing in on him ferociously. It was as if it would catch up to the elder before he could even fall into the light of the statue of the God of Berserkers.
At that moment, all the people of Dark Mountain Tribe were filled with grief and madness, but they … could do nothing. At that moment, even the tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe could not help the elder …
Nan Song slapped his forehead, and a crack appeared at the center of his brows. The dim green figure charged forward as if it wanted to help the elder escape, but the distance between them was a little too far. Even if the green figure was extremely fast, the Wings of the Moon were less than thirty feet away from the elder!
Su Ming's mind was blank. His closest kin was facing death, but there was nothing he could do. He watched as the Wings of the Moon closed in on him and opened its ghastly mouth. Just as it was about to swallow him, Su Ming, who had been silent all this while, let out a shrill cry.
That shrill cry contained all of Su Ming's strength. His wounds tore open once again and blood flowed out. Yet he did not notice it. In his eyes, there was only the Wings of the Moon that were about to swallow the elder.
His body seemed to be out of his control as he charged forward madly. His shrill cry echoed in the air and fell into the elder's ears, as well as the Wings of the Moon that were about to swallow him.
The shadow of the blood red moon in Su Ming's eyes seemed to be burning at that moment. The feeling of his blood burning filled him once again as if it wanted to burn his entire body. As he roared, there was only one thought in Su Ming's mind – the Wings of the Moon must not hurt the elder!
That thought turned into a loud bang in his head. Su Ming's vision became blurry and blood flowed out from his eyes, nose, mouth, and mouth. He felt as if he was flying and leaping over the ground. With an unbelievable speed, he closed in on the elder who was falling from the sky, closed in on the Wings of the Moon that were about to swallow him, and even rushed into the Wings of the Moon's body!
Suddenly, a strange scene appeared!
The gigantic Wings of the Moon's body suddenly trembled. Its expression showed that it was struggling, but the struggle disappeared in an instant. What replaced it was a bright light. It looked at the elder in front of it, flapped its wings, changed direction, and went straight for the stunned Bi Tu.
The elder's entire body trembled. In that instant, when he looked at the Wings of the Moon, there was a hint of familiarity in those eyes …
Su Ming did not know why, but he felt as if he was the Wings of the Moon. He turned around and charged towards Bi Tu. While Bi Tu was still stunned, he crashed into him.
Bi Tu did not know what was going on. The Wings of the Moon formed by his Qi Berserker Art could not be controlled by him. As the Wings of the Moon closed in on him, a glint appeared in his eyes and he quickly retreated. He wanted to dispel the Wings of the Moon formed by the Berserker Art, but to his shock, he discovered that his Berserker Art was completely useless.
The Wings of the Moon suddenly closed in and crashed into him with a loud bang. The Wings of the Moon shattered and turned into a large amount of blood that exploded. Bi Tu coughed out a mouthful of blood and was forced back hundreds of feet with a shocked expression.
The moment the Wings of the Moon exploded, Su Ming felt himself being bounced off and falling rapidly. When he returned to his body, his body trembled as if he had regained his senses.
By then, the elder had safely landed in the crowd. He sat down cross-legged under the light from the statue of the God of Berserkers and took out seven bone needles with his right hand. He pierced them into his body.
At the same time, Bi Tu's hair was a mess as he stood in the sky. He wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth and stared at the elder in the statue of the God of Berserkers. Even if the strange change just now had shocked him, he could not care less about it now. He had to kill Mo Sang and all the people from Dark Mountain Tribe.
He charged towards the ground. He was so fast that he closed in on the elder in the blink of an eye. At that moment, three of the elder's bone needles had already pierced into his body.
"Mo Sang, even if you give up your life now, you're still no match for me!" Bi Tu closed in on Nan Song in an instant. He lifted his right hand and was about to strike the floating statue of the God of Berserkers. Yet at that moment, the green shadow that flew out from the center of Nan Song's brows closed in on Bi Tu.
"Nan Song, you've learned the Verdant Berserker Chains well, but you haven't understood its essence!" Bi Tu laughed maniacally and waved his arm. Immediately, a green light crawled out from his arm and turned into a shadow that charged towards Nan Song's green shadow. When they crashed into each other, Nan Song's green shadow crumbled. Only a small part of it tumbled backwards and returned to his body. Nan Song's entire body withered and he looked like a bag of bones as he coughed out black blood.
A roar came from the crowd on the ground. The tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe, the man who looked like an iron tower, leaped up and charged towards Bi Tu. He could not allow Bi Tu to destroy the statue of the God of Berserkers and interrupt the elder's sacrifice.
At that moment, the elder had already pierced five bone needles into his body. His entire body trembled, and a powerful presence erupted from his body. That presence immediately made Bi Tu's heart tremble.
"Get out of my way!" Bi Tu no longer cared about anything else and charged towards the statue of the God of Berserkers. He hurled a punch at the approaching tribe leader. The tribe leader trembled and coughed out blood as he tumbled backwards. His body withered in an instant, just like Nan Song.
Yet his retreat did not mean that the people of Dark Mountain Tribe were retreating. The Berserker who did not stay with Su Ming and the others to protect the tribe rushed out recklessly and used his flesh and blood to block Bi Tu's path. Yet the moment Bi Tu waved his arm, the Berserker's body immediately turned into a skeleton and disappeared into thin air.
There was a look of struggle in Shan Hen's eyes as he stood in the crowd. He also rushed forward, but he stopped himself with his hands clenched tightly into fists.
Su Ming also rushed forward. Lei Chen was right behind him, but the distance between the two of them was quite far. As they rushed forward, Bei Ling, who was very close to Bi Tu, woke up when Chen Xin brought him into the crowd to be treated by the common doctors due to his heavy injuries. He roared and pushed Chen Xin away before leaping forward.
Yet before he could even get close, Bi Tu pointed with his right hand and Bei Ling's right arm instantly turned into a puddle of blood. As the blood continued spreading, Bei Ling let out a pained cry and fell to the ground once again.
The elder was trembling. The sixth bone needle fell, and the seventh was already in the air. Su Ming and Lei Chen were still hundreds of feet away from each other when they rushed towards the statue like madmen.
Yet Bi Tu was already closing in. He slammed his right hand towards the statue of the God of Berserkers from Dark Mountain Tribe. The moment his palm landed, a brilliant light erupted from the statue. A large amount of cracks appeared on the surface of the statue and it exploded, turning into countless shards that flew everywhere in midair.
Dark Mountain Tribe's statue of the God of Berserkers was the symbol of Dark Mountain Tribe. At that moment, right before the eyes of all the people from Dark Mountain Tribe, it shattered along with the will of Dark Mountain Tribe …
When the statue of the God of Berserkers exploded, Bi Tu charged ferociously towards the elder, who was about to stab the seventh bone needle into the top of his skull. Suddenly, a woman with a bloody face appeared in the crowd. That woman was Wu La.
Her eyes were filled with unwillingness to part and sorrow. She was the closest to the elder. At that moment, she rushed out and stood before the elder with her life on the line. Her eyes were filled with determination.
Bi Tu let out a cold harrumph. As he closed in, he swung his hand forward, and a huge force crashed into Wu La's body. As she coughed out blood, her body was swept up and she fell towards Su Ming.
At that moment, the elder's seventh needle was completely inserted into the top of his skull. If it were not for the fact that his tribe members did not care about their own lives and bought him enough time, he would not have been able to complete this sacrifice.
The elder suddenly opened his eyes and let out a deafening roar. His roar was filled with rage towards the deaths of his clansmen, as well as a monstrous killing intent. His body charged out and once again engaged in battle with Bi Tu, who was charging towards the sky.
All of this happened in an instant. It happened so quickly that it was hard for anyone to imagine. Su Ming felt a stab of pain on his right cheek. It was a broken statue of the God of Berserkers that shot towards him. A bloody gash was left on his cheek. Blood flowed out, but Su Ming did not feel any pain. He saw Wu La's body rapidly withering away. Before she even landed on the ground, she had already turned into a thin and withered person.
Su Ming's mind was blank. He went forward and hugged the falling Wu La. Wu La's face was ruined. At that moment, she was only skin and bones. Blood flowed out from the corners of her mouth. She looked at Su Ming, who was hugging her, and smiled.
"Are … you … Mo Su..?" She struggled as if she wanted to lift her hand to touch Su Ming's face, but she did not have the strength to do so.
"Yes," Su Ming said softly with a sorrowful expression.
"You … aren't …" Wu La mumbled. Her eyes lost their luster and became empty. She lowered her hand and gradually stopped moving.
At that moment, the elder, who was fighting against Bi Tu in the sky, let out a loud roar.
"Su Ming, take your tribe members and leave!" As he roared, an extremely powerful ray of light descended from the sky. That ray of light looked like a gigantic blade of light. As it descended, it cut down on the area outside the crowd. The ground trembled, and cracking sounds rose into the air. A huge ravine that was hundreds of feet wide swiftly split open.
The end of the ravine could not be seen. It was as if it had separated the tribe from their pursuers from Black Mountain Tribe, who could appear at any moment. There was also a screen of light that shot into the sky from within the ravine.
There were no longer any tears in Su Ming's eyes. Instead, they were filled with a deathly stillness that was terrifying. Lei Chen, who was by his side, looked as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw Su Ming's eyes, he swallowed his words. At that moment, Su Ming made him feel fear.
His eyes were empty, as if he was a dead person. Yet within that emptiness, there was the shadow of the moon shining. Su Ming put down Wu La's corpse gently and picked up a broken piece of Dark Mountain's statue of the God of Berserkers from the ground. He placed it in his bosom like a precious treasure.
The wound on his face caused by the broken piece of the statue was a terrifying sight. He did not wipe off the blood on his face. Instead, he looked at his tribe members.
"Let's go!" That was all Su Ming said. He lifted up Nan Song and the dying tribe leader. Once he handed them over to Lei Chen and the others, he walked at the front of the team.
Bei Ling did not die. He had lost an arm. He struggled to stand up and looked at Su Ming's back quietly. At that moment, he felt that Su Ming had changed in a way that made him feel unfamiliar.
That change terrified him. It was as if some sort of presence had awakened within Su Ming's body … Perhaps that presence should not have awakened, and neither should it have appeared, but now … it had appeared.
Su Ming's face was calm, but there was a cold glint in his eyes. He had learned to endure pain and sorrow. His footsteps were very steady. Step by step, just like the Clan Leader from before, he led his clansmen forward.
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