Chapter 500: Yaya's Battle

  The strength of Bitou's technique was such that the Moon Wing, which had been transformed by his brutal art, already made everyone who saw it reveal their fear. After all, people living here were extremely familiar with the Moon Wing.

  And at this moment, Bi Tu's killing intent permeated everywhere. With his cultivation that opened up the dust realm, even Ah Gong retreated in defeat. Who could resist!

  The moon wing that was chasing after Ah Gong was now getting closer and closer, its ferocious appearance seeming to suggest that it would catch up to him before he could even enter the tribe's village.

  At this moment, all the Wushan people showed a sorrowful madness, but they could do nothing. At this moment, even the leader of the Wushan tribe found it difficult to help Agong...

  Nan Song Meng's forehead was slapped, and the crack in his eyebrow appeared. The dark blue figure rushed away, as if to help Ah Gong escape, but it was a bit far away. Even though the blue figure was extremely fast, the Moon Wing was now less than three zhang away from Ah Gong!

  Su Ming's mind was a complete blank, his loved ones were now facing life and death, but he could do nothing. As the moon wing approached, its sharp mouth opened wide, just about to swallow them whole in an instant, Su Ming, who had been silent all along, let out a mournful scream.

  This shrill cry, burst out all of Su Ming's current strength, his wound cracked again, and fresh blood flowed out, but he didn't notice at all, in his eyes, there was only the scene of Moon Wing devouring A Gong.

  His body seemed to be out of control, rushing forward frantically, the shrill cry echoing through the sky and earth, falling into Ah Gong's ears, as well as the ears of the Moon Wing that was about to devour him.

  Su Ming's eyes, the shadow of the Blood Moon at this moment, seemed to be burning up that kind of blood fire overlapping feeling, once again diffusing, as if it was going to burn his entire body. Along with his loud roar, Su Ming's mind only had one will, which was that this Moon Wing must not harm Ah Gong!

  This will made a loud noise in his mind, Su Ming's eyes blurred for a moment, and the seven orifices bled. He felt as if he had flown up, leaped over the earth, and approached that falling Ah Gong in the sky at an incredible speed, approached that mouth that was about to swallow the moon wing, and even rushed into the body of the moon wing!

  A strange scene suddenly appeared!

  That huge moon wing shook all over, and its expression showed a struggle, but the struggle only disappeared in an instant. Instead, it was replaced by a bright light, which looked at Ah Gong who was close at hand, and suddenly flapped its wings to change direction, rushing towards Bi Tu who was stunned behind.

  Grandfather's whole body shook, in that instant just now, he looked at the eyes of the moon wing, and there was a familiar touch in those eyes...

  Su Ming didn't know why at this moment, he felt that he was the Moon Wing, turned around and rushed straight to Bi Tu. Under Bi Tu's stunned gaze, he crashed into him with a loud bang.

  Bì túu fundamentally didn't know what kind of moon wing this was, transformed by his own demonic blood magic. It wasn't even under his control. At this moment, he flashed his eyes and quickly retreated, trying to disperse the moon wing transformed by his demonic magic. However, he was shocked to find that his demonic magic had no effect whatsoever.

  That month's wing suddenly came, and after colliding with it, the moon wing collapsed, turning into a large amount of blood droplets bursting open. Bi Tu spat out fresh blood, his body retreated dozens of feet in succession, his face shocked.

  At the same time as the moon wing burst, Su Ming felt himself being bounced off and falling rapidly until he returned to his body. His body shook, and he seemed to have regained consciousness.

  At this moment, Ah Gong had safely landed among the crowd. In the dazzling light, he sat cross-legged and raised his right hand to take out seven bone needles, one by one inserting them into his body.

  At the same time, Bitou in the sky, with his hair disheveled and wiping away the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at Ah Gong inside the barbarian statue. Although the strange change just now had startled him, he couldn't care about anything else at this moment. He wanted to kill Mo Sang, he wanted to kill all the people of Wushan tribe.

  In a flash, it rushed towards the ground with a loud whistle. Its speed was so fast that it approached in an instant. At this moment, Ah Gong's three bone needles pierced into its body.

  "Mokesan, even if you sacrifice your life now, you are not my opponent!" Just as Bitu was about to strike the barbarian statue hovering in mid-air with his right hand, a cyan figure suddenly flew out from Nan Song's brow and rushed towards Bitu.

  "Nan Song, you barbarian from Qing Suo, this move you've learned isn't bad, but you still haven't grasped the essence!" Bi Tu burst into maniacal laughter, his large sleeve fluttering as a burst of green light suddenly shot out from his arm, forming a virtual shadow that charged straight at Nan Song's green shadow. The two shadows collided with a loud crash, and Nan Song's green shadow instantly disintegrated, leaving behind only a faint whirlpool that returned to his body. In an instant, Nan Song's entire person withered away, his skin shriveled up like a mummy, as he spat out black blood.

  A loud roar came from the crowd on the ground, and Wu Shan, the chief of the tribe, leapt up like an iron tower, rushing straight towards Bi Tu. He couldn't allow Bi Tu to destroy the barbarian statue and interrupt Ah Gong's sacrifice.

  At this moment, Ah Gong had already inserted five bone needles into his body, his whole body trembling, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from within him. This aura immediately made Bi Tu's heart skip a beat.

  "Get out of my way!" Bi Tu ignored the others and rushed straight to that barbarian, and as for the incoming Wu Shan tribe leader, he directly punched him out. The Wu Shan tribe leader's body shook violently, spitting out blood and rolling back, his body withering instantly, just like Nan Song.

  But his retreat was not a withdrawal of the Wushan people, but rather a barbarian who had been guarding the tribe and had not stayed with Su Ming and the others, who now rushed out recklessly, using their flesh and blood to block Bi Tu's path. However, in the blink of an eye, this person's body was reduced to nothing more than a puff of smoke that vanished into thin air under Bi Tu's sleeve.

  A scar on the mountain in the crowd, at this moment, a struggle appeared in his eyes. He rushed forward with his body, but stopped abruptly, his fists clenched tightly.

  Su Ming was also rushing over, with Lei Chen behind him, but the two were slightly far apart. As they rushed over, Bei Ling, who had been close to Bi Tu due to his severe injuries, suddenly woke up from his coma and pushed aside Chen Xin, jumping up amidst the shouting.

  But before he could get close, he was immediately pointed at by Bitou's right hand, and Beiling's right arm instantly turned into blood water, which was still spreading. He let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground again.

  At this moment, Ah Gong's body was trembling, the sixth bone needle fell down, and the seventh one had already been lifted up. Su Ming and Lei Chen were still more than a dozen zhang away, but they rushed over like madmen.

  But that Bi Tu approached, his right hand suddenly slapped towards the Wushan Miao Xiang. As this palm fell, the Wushan Miao Xiang burst out with boundless light, its surface appearing with numerous cracks, exploding loudly and turning into countless fragments, sweeping horizontally in all directions in mid-air.

  The Wushan barbarian statue, the symbol of the Wushan tribe, collapsed at this moment in front of all the Wushan people. What also collapsed with it seemed to be the will of Wushan...

  At the same time as the explosion, Bitu rushed towards Ah Gong who was about to insert the seventh bone needle into the heavenly spirit, but suddenly, among the crowd, there was a woman with a bloody face, and that woman was Ula.

  Her eyes were filled with reluctance and sorrow, she was the closest to Grandpa, at this moment she rushed out, using her life, standing in front of Grandpa, her eyes revealing determination.

  Bi Tu let out a cold snort, and with his hands suddenly thrust forward, it seemed as if a powerful force had struck Ula's body. As she spat out blood, her body was violently lifted up and sent flying in the direction of Su Ming's arrival.

  At this moment, the seventh needle of Ah Gong was fully inserted into the heavenly spirit, if not for the tribe's one by one disregard for life and death, fighting to gain enough time for him, he would not have been able to complete this sacrifice.

  Suddenly opening his eyes, Ah Gong let out a heaven-shaking roar. This roar contained anger towards the death of his tribesmen and a fierce killing intent. His body charged forward, clashing with the incoming Bi Tu once again, and they rushed straight into the sky.

  All of this happened in an instant, so fast that it was hard to imagine. Su Ming's right cheek hurt, and a piece of shrapnel shot out, leaving a bloody mark. Fresh blood flowed, but Su Ming couldn't feel the pain. He saw Ula, whose body withered rapidly, and before she could fall, she turned into a dry corpse.

  Su Ming's mind was a complete blank as he rushed forward to catch the falling Wula. Wula's face was already disfigured, and at this moment, her skin was pale and bloodless, with fresh blood constantly flowing out of the corner of her mouth. She looked at Su Ming who was holding her, but still managed to reveal a smile.

  "Are you Mo Su?" She struggled as if she wanted to lift her hand to touch Su Ming's face, but didn't have the strength.

  "Yes." Su Ming's expression was sorrowful as he said softly.

  "You're not" Ulan muttered, his eyes losing their luster and becoming empty, his hand also fell down, shaking, and gradually stopped moving.

  At this moment, Ah Gong, who was fighting fiercely with Bitou in the sky, let out a loud roar.

  "Su Ming, take your people and leave!!" As he roared, a brilliant light suddenly descended from the sky, looking like an enormous light sword. It fell just outside the crowd, shaking the earth, and a deafening crackling sound filled the air. A massive chasm, dozens of meters wide, suddenly split open.

  Its length stretched as far as the eye could see, seemingly separating the tribal crowd from the Black Mountain cavalry that could appear at any moment, and within this rift, a light screen soared into the sky.

  There were no tears in Su Ming's eyes, but a terrifying dead silence. Lei Chen beside him seemed to want to say something, but when he saw Su Ming's eyes, he swallowed hard, and at this moment, Su Ming made him feel terrified.

  In his eyes was a void, like a dead man's, but within that void, there were flashes of moonlight.

  Gently putting down Wu La's body, Su Ming picked up a piece of the broken Wu Shan Miao image from the ground and treasured it in his bosom.

  The wound on his face, which was cut out by a brutal fragment, was shocking. He didn't wipe away the blood, but instead looked at his tribesmen.

  "Go!" Su Ming only said this one word, helped Nan Song up, and also helped the critically injured clan leader up, handing them over to Lei Chen and the others before walking to the front of the group.

  Bei Ling didn't die, he lost an arm and struggled to get up at this moment, silently looking at the back of Su Ming in front of him. He felt that at this moment, Su Ming had a strange change that made him unfamiliar.

  That change made him feel terrible, as if some kind of aura had awakened from Su Ming's body. Perhaps this aura should not have been awakened and would not have appeared, but now it has.

  Su Ming's expression was calm, his eyes had a cold glint, he learned to endure pain, to endure sorrow. His footsteps were steady, one step at a time, like the previous tribe leader, leading the tribesmen, walking away.