Chapter 99: Pursue and Kill!!

  The impulsiveness that once characterized his youth has been worn down considerably, and Su Ming's current advance, aside from the possibility of the Blood Moon Fire Technique being able to help his grandfather, is actually a result of careful consideration and deliberation.

  He judged that the Black Mountain tribe leader was seriously injured and had lost his will to fight, and the three tribesmen beside him were even more so. But after all, the Black Mountain tribe leader was not an ordinary barbarian, this person could become a tribe leader, besides being a trusted aide of Bi Tu and having a high level of cultivation, he also had a mind that surpassed others.

  Nan Song was able to shock and intimidate him for a moment, but soon this person would react, and at that time, the Black Mountain tribe leader had two choices. The first was to wait for the arrival of subsequent reinforcements and then approach together. The second was not to wait for those reinforcements to arrive, but rather to take a short breather before launching another pursuit.

  "Judging from Bi Su's death, he will choose the second path!" Su Ming's eyes gleamed with sharpness as he proceeded forward, occasionally glancing around at the subtle signs - the scattered footprints and broken twigs. These might seem chaotic to others, but to Su Ming, who had grown up navigating the dense forest, they were extremely clear indicators of the direction in which the four Black Mountain Tribe leaders had escaped.

  The footprints in the snow, although chaotic, were mostly facing Su Ming's direction. Only a few were heading towards the dense forest in front of him, and from their depth, they could also tell Su Ming many things.

  "There are also scars on the mountain... He revealed the direction of his tribe's migration, causing the Black Mountain Department to set up traps, but he also experienced fierce battles along the way, and the injuries on his body were not fake... Even the wounds from his battle with the Black Mountain chief were real."

  Only in this way can Grandfather Nansong be deceived, but he finally bore the brunt of Grandfather Nansong's anger, and now he is also at his wit's end.

  "However, Shanhe, why did you betray the Wushan tribe..." Su Ming's eyes had a painful and hateful look, he didn't understand, what was the reason.

  He still remembered the scenes of Shanhe doing things for the tribe, giving his own food to the elderly in the village. Because of a word from Haitun La Su, he went into the forest and took down many wild beasts' teeth. When the children cheered happily, although he had a cold face, the kindness in his eyes could not be hidden.

  Such a person, Su Ming couldn't think of what reason he had betrayed Wushan Department and his own people.

  "Perhaps in his heart, it was also complicated and struggling, he had killed many Black Mountain people along the way, before that, he didn't even let Beiling and Liang Shou stay behind, but what was he thinking...” Su Ming's fist clenched tightly.

  "But these are not enough to compensate for his betrayal, he... must pay the price of treachery!" Su Ming's eyes were cold and stern, he hated the Black Mountain Sect, but at this moment, he hated the traitor Shan Hen even more!

  In this jungle, following the spider silk and horse tracks, Su Ming's body was like a ghostly shadow, changing instantly, his speed getting faster and faster. From the footprints on the ground and some marks around him, Su Ming could confirm that the four Black Mountain Tribe leaders were not far away.

  And those footprints on the ground were getting deeper and deeper, representing the increasingly severe injuries of the four.

  "They will look for a place they think is safe to treat their wounds..." Su Ming's footsteps paused, he lowered his body, staring at the snow on the ground where footprints were left behind, and after a drop of fresh blood fell and melted into the accumulated snow, he stretched out his finger to press it, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  "The blood hasn't even congealed... it's just ahead!" Su Ming suddenly stood up, about to give chase, but his body paused again, with a sorrowful expression.

  He saw in the distance ahead a tribesman who had previously chosen to stay behind, unwilling to delay the tribe's migration. This tribesman was now dead, lying there with his body shrunk and stiffened.

  He walked quietly over, Su Ming gazed at this familiar face, the eyes on that face were already open, not closed, if it wasn't for his body falling down, then his eyes before death must have been looking in the direction of his tribespeople leaving, praying to heaven to bless his tribespeople and let them safely arrive at Feng Xuan.

  This was the first dead tribesman Su Ming saw after returning to the forest, he knew this wouldn't be the last one. On this road, on this day of migration, there were many tribesmen who chose to stay behind, not wanting their injured bodies to affect the speed of the tribe.

  "The village will be safe..." Su Ming spoke softly, looking at the open eyes of the tribesman. He raised his right hand and gently covered them, and the sadness on his face was deeply hidden. Suddenly, he stood up, with an even stronger killing intent, and rushed away.

  His speed was so fast that it seemed to have reached a degree where the naked eye could hardly see, and only saw a blood rainbow moving, as if drawing out a curved line, twisting and rushing forward.

  That blood rainbow was the light of Su Ming's Blood Moon, which was transformed from the reflection of the full moon on the sky. Moreover, as he moved forward, strands of moonlight descended and surrounded him, forming a circle of moonlight threads that trailed behind him like countless silk threads, giving the appearance of a moonlit cloak draped over Su Ming's body.

  Time flew quickly, and after half an incense stick, about a hundred zhangs in front of Su Ming, on a snowy ground with many withered trees, the chief of the Black Mountain Tribe sat cross-legged. The three tribesmen who followed him surrounded him at the center, closed their eyes, and rapidly healed his wounds.

  They stopped just now, in the face of Hei Shan Zu's unpredictable expression, and instead of proceeding, they stared dead at the direction of Feng Quan Village, with a hint of annoyance on their faces.

  He realized that Nan Song was clearly pretending to be mysterious, like a reflected light. In fact, they only needed to delay for a moment, not only did they not need to flee in such a sorry state, but they could also take advantage of the victory and launch a counterattack, capturing the Wushan tribe in one fell swoop!

  He was furious, and even more hateful of his own fear just now. But he was a cautious person. Although he had thought it through, he still sat cross-legged to treat his wounds first. In his opinion, the Ushan troops would not arrive at Fengquan until dawn at the earliest, while if the four of them were to pursue with all their might, they could catch up within an hour.

  And he was extremely relieved that the four of them would not encounter any danger within this place, for in his life experience, prey would always only know how to desperately flee for their lives.

  He didn't think that Wushan Department would still have people counterattacking in such a situation, and now the entire Wushan Department is most concerned with migrating!

  It was almost less than half a stick of incense after the four of them sat down cross-legged, when a cold wind blew in, stirring up the snow that had accumulated on the ground and falling onto the four people. At the same time, in the nearby thicket, a red light suddenly appeared with an unimaginable speed, its swiftness was so fast that these few people didn't even have time to wake up, only the Black Mountain tribe's chief, Meng, suddenly opened his eyes.

  He only saw the red light flash by, and a shrill cry of despair suddenly reached his ears. He saw that one of his tribesmen, who had been sitting cross-legged, no longer had a head on his body, with fresh blood gushing out like a fountain.

  A chill ran down the Black Mountain tribe's spine, their hair standing on end as a sudden feeling arose. He changed color and stood up abruptly, his eyes revealing shock and incredulity. The other two also quickly got to their feet, fearfully looking around them constantly.

  "Who!!"

  "Who's there? I saw you, come out!"

  The two of them let out a loud roar, their bodies trembling slightly, as if in that instant, it was too fast, they hadn't even opened their eyes yet, and already heard the mournful cry, after opening their eyes, what they saw was the neck of their tribesman who had lost his head, with fresh blood spraying out.

  An inexpressible fear, like a tidal wave, spread throughout their bodies at this moment. The root of this fear, apart from the death of their own kind, was more a fear of the mysterious.

  They didn't see a single soul, all around was deathly stillness, without a sound.

  The black mountain tribe's face turned pale, his eyes constantly scanning the dark forest around him. Gradually, his fear grew deeper, and in the pitch-black forest, it seemed as if a terrifying beast that harvested lives was hiding, staring at them intently.

  "Retreat!" The chief of the Black Mountain tribe gritted his teeth. He didn't dare to take risks in the face of the unknown, and the fleeting red glow he had just seen seemed not quite human, but rather like a red snake.

  At his one-word command, the other two tribesmen hastily approached, and the three of them gradually retreated, taking a few steps before suddenly leaping up and rapidly galloping away.

  They didn't notice that at this moment, in the jungle, Su Ming was crouching there, his eyes flashing with a blood moon shadow. In his hand, he was holding a head with fresh blood, its eyes closed.

  "What's scary is not death itself, but the fear of death that precedes it. That's a kind of torture that many people have deeply experienced, being tormented by that torture... Now, I want you to personally experience it too." Su Ming's expression was calm, and aside from this thought, he also had a deeper idea to ensure the tribe's complete safety. After the three people hastily retreated, his body swayed, and he disappeared on the spot.

  The Hei Shan Zu's heart was racing, he was heavily injured now. Although he had reached the eighth layer of the Cong Xue realm, at this moment he could only exert about half of it and couldn't reach his peak. Moreover, the two tribesmen beside him were only around the sixth layer of the Cong Xue realm, they couldn't provide any protection.

  Especially at that moment, when he saw the flash of red light, his heart was in a state of crisis, making him feel frightened and panicked. At this moment, he no longer had the idea of pursuing the Wushan crowd, but instead wanted to quickly retreat and join forces with their Heishan reinforcements.

  As he sped along, the two tribesmen beside him looked terrified, their faces pale with fear of the unknown, and they had lost all will to fight, wanting only to escape.

  But just then, a shrill and eerie cry suddenly came from behind them, the cry was so mournful that it made people's hearts tremble with fear, especially in this tense and terrifying moment.

  Just as the strange cry was still echoing in the rear, a blood-colored rainbow suddenly appeared at an extremely fast speed. The three people who were escaping only saw a flash of red light and countless threads like moonlight behind it. Immediately after, one of their tribesmen let out a miserable scream, his head and body separated, and he fell to the ground with fresh blood spurting out.

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