Chapter 86: Pursuit from Black Mountain! (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

  The north wind howls, blowing the accumulated snow on the forest ground. The snow sways in the wind, as if it has no roots and doesn't know where to go. Like the people under the snowflakes, they slowly move away from their ancestral tribe, silently walking within the forest.

  Gradually, no one spoke, and even the sound of a child's cry that had been transmitted from afar also stopped soon, either comforted by loved ones or biting their teeth, turning this sadness into determination and hatred.

  Hundreds of people, mostly ordinary people, including the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, were unable to speed up their pace, and with the biting cold wind and thick snow on the ground, their pace was even slower.

  The Ushan tribesmen surrounding them, each in that sorrowful state, with vigilance, they dare not relax for a moment, because at any time a life-and-death battle could erupt, and once they die, without the protection of their tribe, they will be vulnerable to being defeated.

  Su Ming held the little girl in his arms, she grasped his clothes, and in the cold wind, she seemed very cold, but even colder was her dream... However, perhaps it was because Su Ming's embrace exuded warmth, causing this child to slowly calm down, gradually seeming to have peace in that dream, only the tears at the corner of her eyes still flowed from time to time.

  Gently holding the child, Su Ming trudged through the snow-covered ground, moving forward. His gaze kept looking around, and when he saw the familiar faces of his tribesmen beside him, he saw sorrow, parting, and reluctance, but also saw persistence and determination.

  Gritting his teeth, Su Ming's eyes exuded hatred as he walked forward step by step, occasionally helping some elderly and weak people who were struggling to walk on the snowy ground.

  "At the tribe's day-and-night non-stop pace, it would take at least three days to reach the Wind Spring Tribe. Three days... who knows how many of them will still be alive by then... Su Ming's heart was bleeding, he was afraid, not for his own safety, but for those familiar faces, how many of which he might never see again after three days."

  Su Ming knew that no matter what method Ah Gong used, he would use it to let the tribe members quickly go to Feng Zhen. However, the black python's speed was fast, but it couldn't carry too many people at once, and because it was racing through the sky, ordinary tribe members simply couldn't withstand it, requiring several strong guards like Liang Shou to protect them.

  But now in the tribe, once several strong men leave, the remaining people will struggle to survive.

  "Mom..." In Su Ming's silence, the little girl in his arms murmured in her sleep, tightly embracing Su Ming's neck, as if she would lose her peace once she let go.

  "I should have come back!" Su Ming gently patted the little child's back in his arms.

  Time slowly passed, as the sky gradually approached dusk, the crowd of Wu Shan's migration had already left their home far behind. In this cold, in the depths of the forest, they gritted their teeth and persevered in advancing forward. Suddenly, from the rear of the crowd, a shocking, sharp whistle pierced the air!

  The shrill whistle pierced the air, and suddenly a burst of excited cheers rose with it. At the same time, in the distant woods behind, figures emerged one after another, rushing towards this place.

  In an instant, almost everyone in the Wushan Department was shocked. Ah Gong's eyes revealed a cold light, and the barbarians beside him, as well as Liang Shou and others, all had a murderous aura emanating from their faces.

  The tribesmen, one by one, trembled with fear, shrouded in the shadow of terror and death. They were afraid, and cries involuntarily rang out, as if chaos had erupted.

  "Others stay still, continue to guard the tribe and move forward, protect the tribe behind, follow me to kill the enemy!" Ah Gong gave a low growl command at the first time.

  Su Ming handed the little girl in his arms to a ordinary tribesman beside him, just as he was about to move, he heard Ah Gong's words. He halted for a moment, gritted his teeth, and under the lead of the tribe leader, guarded the tribe members as they quickly advanced forward. Behind them, Ah Gong and seven tribal warriors stood there, looking like a wall, a wall that blocked the enemy tide!

  Suddenly, a burst of shouting and whistling sounds came from behind, and more than 20 black mountain warriors rushed out of the forest. The appearance of so many barbarians made Su Ming's heart skip a beat.

  To think that the Wushan tribe had only over thirty barbarians, yet now, in a single raid by the Heishan tribe, more than twenty barbarians were deployed, which was unbelievable to him.

  Among these barbarians, the vast majority are people who have condensed their blood to four or five layers, but there are five people who have reached the sixth layer of blood condensation, and three people who have reached the seventh layer.

  There was no eighth layer, but in the front of these people, there were two men wearing black robes. The attire of these two men was completely different from that of the Black Mountain Department, and they seemed out of place at the same time. However, they revealed a majestic and powerful aura that caused Su Ming's pupils to constrict.

  This aura of blood energy, surpassed the leader and the mountain mark, surpassed the tribe's patriarchs, their cultivation, their bodies were filled with countless fresh blood, incredibly it was around the tenth layer's late-stage Blood Condensation!

  But Su Ming noticed that these two black-robed men had dull and lifeless eyes, which were distinctly different from normal people. However, their movements were quite agile. Under their leadership, the twenty or so Black Mountain savages, with ferocity, excitement, and bloodlust, crazily charged towards Ah Gong and the others.

  From their mouths came strange and eerie howls that made the ordinary people's bodies tremble with fear when they heard them.

  "Quickly, go!" The old man turned around and said in a deep voice, taking a step forward towards the approaching Black Mountain barbarians. With a flick of his sleeve, a dark wind suddenly appeared out of thin air, swirling in all directions, causing the accumulated snow in the surrounding area to rise up in large quantities and rush towards the more than 20 Black Mountain barbarians.

  Those two black-clad men in the late stages of Blood Condensation had a very clear goal. They didn't look at anyone else, but instead charged into the Black Wind with their entire body's blood vessels bursting and emitting a dazzling bloody glow. Amidst the reverberating crashing sounds, they rushed straight towards Ah Gong.

  The rest of the barbarians, in that instant when the black wind swept across, suddenly had seven or eight people spew out fresh blood, their bodies trembling and directly collapsing, exploding into a large amount of flesh and blood, instantly filling the air with a bloody aura.

  Slaughter, it has begun!

  Apart from Ah Gong, the seven Wusun people guarding behind him had a resolute expression, without any intention of retreating. Behind them were their tribesmen and relatives, they could not retreat, absolutely could not retreat!

  With sorrow and determination, the seven people let out a loud roar towards the more than ten approaching barbarians, they were going to stop them at all costs, to buy time for their tribesmen behind!

  Their cultivation is not high, the strongest one is at the seventh layer of Blood Condensation Realm, and the rest are mostly around the fifth layer. But at this moment, there is an inexplicable aura on their bodies, this aura is guarding their home, this aura is guarding their kin, this aura is that even death cannot erase it, even if they are torn to pieces, they will not allow the enemy to take a single step forward!

  This is a human wall cast with their flesh and blood, this is a ravine painted with their lives, this is a crazy explosion of their souls, this is their choice!

  Su Ming's eyes turned red, but he was not the only one. The surrounding Mo soldiers were all stirred up, and even among the ordinary tribesmen, there were many who were shouting loudly, they wanted to go to war!

  "Don't go and watch, your task is to protect the tribe's migration, we... leave!!" Just as Su Ming and others were about to lose control of themselves and rush back to fight, the tribal chief, who was walking in the front, had a resolute look in his eyes, but deep within that resoluteness, there was the same sadness.

  He is the chief of Wushan tribe, his mission is to let more people of Wushan tribe survive and let Wushan tribe continue...

  Su Ming clenched his fists tightly, his eyes blazing red as he suppressed the killing intent that threatened to erupt. He gazed at the seven tribesmen behind him, who were being surrounded by over a dozen black-robed warriors from the Black Mountain Sect, their numbers swelling like a flood. As the thunderous roars echoed through the air, Su Ming clearly saw one of his tribesmen spew out blood, his right arm exploding directly, his body stumbling backward several steps before stopping himself, but his legs were crippled. Yet, he was ferocious, bellowing as he charged forward and slammed his head into the enemy's who was approaching him with excitement and killing intent, opening his mouth wide and biting down on the Black Mountain Sect warrior's neck, tearing off a large chunk of flesh and blood.

  The big Han of the Black Mountain clan was terrified, with blood and flesh blurred on his neck. In a miserable cry, he punched the chest of the barbarian from the Wusun clan, causing him to spit out fresh blood. However, the barbarian ferociously swallowed the blood and flesh in his mouth, his savage expression and frenzied actions making the big Han's heart tremble.

  At this moment, the Ushan tribesman who had just swallowed blood and flesh suddenly turned his head, took a glance at the departing crowd, and seemed to have also seen Su Ming in the crowd, gazing back at him with a warm smile. He was a man in his thirties, and in his eyes, Su Ming was still a child.

  That smile, like an elder's benevolence, was completely different from the previous ferocity. After that one smile, this person turned around, and in the instant he closed his eyes, all the blood vessels in his body suddenly burst open, also affecting his entire body, causing it to collapse violently in that instant. The intense sound transformed into a shocking, heaven-shaking noise. At the moment when this person's body exploded, the black giant with a neck as thick as a mountain, who was closest to him, had eyes filled with endless terror, wanting to retreat, but it was too late.

  This... is the Bloodline's self-destruction!! This is the last voice of life emitted from flesh and blood, this voice tells all the pursuing Black Mountain Tribe people that if you want to destroy Wushan Tribe, you will have to pay an unimaginable price!

  In the midst of the rumbling, the large man from the Black Mountain clan spewed out fresh blood, his arms crumbling, barely retreating in time. However, he had lost all will to fight; his heart was trembling with fear.