Chapter 91: Black Mountain Bitu!

  The deep night had already descended, and the sky was tinged with a faint white mist. The pale moonlight cast a cold glow on the snow accumulated in the forest, accompanied by the creaking sounds of the crowd's footsteps. The people of Wushan were migrating, hurrying along the road in the darkness before dawn.

  The surroundings were very quiet, except for the sound of trampling snow, almost nothing else. All those Uighur people were silent, whether old men, women or children, all were silent in this night's migration.

  It has been several hours since the last great war, and the cruelty of that war is deeply etched in the minds of all the Wushan people, engraved on their souls, and will never be forgotten for a lifetime.

  Before leaving, not counting Ah Gong, the Wushan tribe had more than thirty barbarians. Now, after that great war, only fourteen people are left. These fourteen people's bodies were all dry and bloodless, exuding sadness while carrying a mournful aura, silently guarding their tribesmen as they moved forward.

  They died more than a dozen people, but the Black Mountain Department paid a heavier price. This is related to cultivation, but more importantly, the invading Black Mountain Department was far from having the determination of the Wushan tribe who had to leave their homeland. That kind of courage called guarding. Once self-destructing may bring contempt to the Black Mountain Department's invaders, but twice, three times, four times... it gave those Black Mountain Department people a fear that came from the heart.

  Wushan Department is weak and small, but in this weakness, there exists a strong force!

  Su Ming walked silently, from the battle just now, for several hours, he didn't say a word, like his usual cheerful self, with the impulsiveness of youth, had finally learned to be silent instead of shouting.

  The cost of learning silence is so severe that it's heart-wrenching.

  Su Ming knew that from this day on, his innocence shattered and left his body, from this day on, his happiness melted away and disappeared into the blood, from this day on, his tears were also slowly replaced by silence.

  Time flies, and soon it will be dawn. The tribesmen who had been walking all night didn't stop in their exhaustion. Everyone gritted their teeth, supported each other, and moved forward at a near-run, quickly migrating.

  Daytime hours gradually disappeared during the migration, and the tribespeople really couldn't bear this fatigue. After resting for a short while, they set off again.

  Until the second night fell, until the moonlight once again spilled onto the snowy ground of the forest, the people of Wushan Department walked quickly in silence.

  "Su Ming gege..." A timid and weak voice with a hint of softness echoed in Su Ming's ear, he turned his head to see the little girl being held by someone from their clan beside him.

  Looking at the child's clean eyes, Su Ming's face squeezed out a smile, but that smile looked very frightening under the contrast of the blood on his face.

  But the little girl did not feel scared, instead she stared at Su Ming with wide eyes, hesitated for a moment, then lifted her slightly dirty small hand to wipe away the dry blood on Su Ming's face.

  Feeling the gentle touch of the little girl's hand on his face, Su Ming's heart, in the midst of the blood's pain, had warmth.

  "Brother Su Ming is not afraid... Teng Teng is not afraid either..." The little girl withdrew her small hand, on which there were some bloodstains. She looked at Su Ming with bright eyes that had a firmness rarely seen in children.

  Su Ming stroked the little girl's head without saying a word, but instead looked ahead, where the road was hidden in the dense forest, unable to see what the future held.

  Lei Chen stood on the other side of the crowd in the distance, still clenching his fists. The blood on his back had dried, and he ignored the pain. His eyes showed a thirst for blood and also sadness. He would not forget the battle last night. If it weren't for an elder from his clan who was a Berserker and used his Bloodline to save him before dying from his injuries, Lei Chen's corpse might still be on that battlefield.

  In front of him was Ula, the girl with a pale face and an expression filled with exhaustion. Her left arm had dry blood on it, as if she couldn't lift it anymore. A large patch of blood and flesh obscured her once beautiful face.

  But her eyes did not give up, still with the persistence that the Wushan tribe people have today.

  Behind them, Beiling and Chenxin held hands, as if they would never part, guarding the crowd as they walked away.

  Grandpa was still at the back, his white hair and wrinkles on his face made Su Ming's heart even more painful. He could see Grandpa's exhaustion.

  The second night, the moon in the sky is not curved, but extends to a full moon, but today is clearly not the night of the full moon, maybe tomorrow, or perhaps it's the day after tomorrow.

  As the tribe moved, sometimes there were barbarian warriors who came rushing from all sides, not many in number, only four. These four people were scouts sent out by the tribe, risking their lives to report any changes around them within a fixed time.

  If they didn't come back, it means something unexpected happened.

  Time flies, and soon it's another hour. The dark sky seems to hold a terrifying gaze, staring at the earth, watching the people of Wushan as they hurry by.

  At this time, the four people who should have returned on time only had three return, and the one who was exploring in the back had no trace at all. Su Ming's body hair stood up, his eyes revealed a fierce glint, he turned around and stopped in his tracks. Others also sensed that something was wrong, Ah Gong's gaze flashed, and he gripped the bone staff tightly in his hand.

  Suddenly, a faint rumbling sound came from the rear, and this sound entered the ears of all the Wushan tribe, making Su Ming's sadness even thicker.

  He knew it was a bloodline explosion.

  He knew that the Black Mountain bandits were coming again!

  "Don't stop, speed up the migration, all barbarians guard, fight while retreating!" Ah Gong's bone staff tapped on the ground, his left hand raised and swung towards the sky above the tribe. Immediately, the sky above the tribe twisted again, and that previous appearance of the Wushan Barbarian image reappeared, floating above the crowd, emitting a protective glow.

  It floats with the movement of the crowd, as long as it exists, as long as it is not damaged, it can keep its people safe under its light.

  It was almost at the moment when the Wushan barbarian appeared, Grandpa suddenly raised his head, his expression showing an unprecedented solemnity, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light, staring straight at the pitch-black sky.

  But see this black sky, at this moment suddenly changed, a red glow suddenly appeared out of thin air, and after merging with the black, it looked as if it had become purple. The red glow spread like fresh blood, instantly spreading across half of the sky.

  A hoarse and melancholic voice rose in this world, spreading out in all directions.

  "Mosan……" As the sound echoed, a massive and overwhelming pressure descended from the sky, and in an instant, it made all the people of the Wushan tribe on the ground feel clearly, even the Wushan barbarians were shocked.

  Su Ming's heart was racing, this strong pressure, he had only felt it on Feng Zhenbang's Mo Nan, this pressure, belonged to Kai Chen!!

  This is a natural pressure of the Kai Chen realm on the Ning Xue realm, under this pressure, the Ning Xue warriors will have their Qi and blood circulating uncontrollably throughout their body.

  But as this oppressive force emerged, as the bloody halo spread across the sky, and as the moon in the sky became a blood moon under its influence, Su Ming felt an indescribable feeling that no one else had ever experienced.

  That feeling, like the blood moon he saw when the flames were stacked, even had a familiar illusion that made him feel as if there was a huge moon wing hidden in the sky at this moment.

  This unbelievable illusion made Su Ming's heart skip a beat. Immediately after, he saw a figure slowly walking out from the horizon, in that bloody light.

  He wore a black robe, his body was thin and gaunt, his face was very gloomy, he walked out with his hands behind his back, standing in the sky, overlooking the earth.

  On his brow, there was a totem of a crescent moon, which was vivid and lifelike, extremely realistic, shining with an eerie red glow.

  It's done!

  Hei Shan Bu Man Gong, Bi Tu!!

  Translation: Black Mountain Step Barbarian Public, Forced Out!!!

  "Mo Sang, you don't have to wait for Jing Nan and Wen Yan anymore. They... can barely save themselves, let alone care about the life or death of your Wu Shan department!" Bi Tu smiled gloomily, looking at the crowd on the ground behind Ah Gong.

  Grandfather remained silent. He was indeed waiting for Jing Nan, but all along the way, Jing Nan never appeared. In his heart, he vaguely understood that something might have changed in Fengquan Department.

  "Nan Song, back then you were only second to Mo San, stunning and unparalleled. You escaped to Wu Shan Department, but still remained a waste. All these years, I've been thinking about your father's death, his expression was really worth savoring. He begged me to spare your life, unfortunately, I didn't intend to satisfy him, but you still managed to escape. Nan Song, the savage of Black Mountain Department back then... we meet again." Bi Tu smiled, but that smile quickly expanded into a crazy laugh.

  Outside the crowd, the white-haired Nan Song gazed at the Bitu in the sky, not moved to anger by his words, but rather seemed to see through all worldly affairs, and let out a soft sigh.

  "Compared to poisoning the previous generation of Hei Shan barbarians, chasing and killing the son of the old Hei Shan barbarian, sacrificing nearly half of the Hei Shan tribe that year, in exchange for the evil barbarian law... I am not as good as you..." Nan Song remained calm, but the wrinkles on his face seemed to have increased suddenly.

  "The grudges of the past should be understood today, Mo Sang, Nan Song, I'll give you two a chance to fight me together!" Bi Tu laughed loudly, his right hand waved, and immediately the sky rumbled. Behind him, the endless blood light on the heavenly curtain transformed into a thick, dense fog in an instant. The rolling fog suddenly turned into a gigantic moon wing!

  This month's wings spread out, as if covering the sky, covering the moon.

  "Nan Song, Bi Tu is handed over to me... I will hold him back, the tribe... is handed over to you!" Ah Gong Mo San took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the tribesmen, as if wanting to find out the traitor, but in the end it was just a sigh. Every single one of them was covered in blood and exhaustion, how could he suspect these people who fought for the tribe? He saw the sorrow on Liao Shou's face, saw the deep wound on Shan Hen's neck.

  "Perhaps, there really is no traitor..." Before Grandfather withdrew his gaze, he gave Su Ming a deep look. His body suddenly rose up, and a huge black python appeared out of thin air, merging with him as they shot towards the sky like a meteor.

  A deafening roar reverberated through the heavens, as Ah Gong approached, that Bi Tu laughed loudly, the sky was shrouded in a red mist, enveloping the two of them inside, unable to see what's going on inside, but that deafening sound, shook the heavens and moved the earth.

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