Chapter 87 – Who is the traitor!!
Similarly afraid were the Hei Shan Tribesmen, this kind of self-destruction happened thrice in such a short time frame, the price of hearing these explosion was the loss of seven people from the Hei Shan Tribe!
The fight cruelly continued!
Tears rolled down Su Ming’s face as he bitterly grit his teeth, withdrawing his gaze as he ran forward with his tribe. He knew then the tribesmen at the back were buying time with their lives, forming a wall of flesh and blood. All he could do now was to not waste their efforts, not waste their blood. He had to protect the normal tribesmen left, he had to let them escape.
Where Grandpa was, the fight was equally intense, the two brutes at the late stages of blood condensation seemed to be immune to pain, their expressions unchanging even as injuries covered their bodies, continue to tangle with Grandpa. However, Grandpa was just too strong, this was something that no one expected.
With a cold harrumph, numerous ripples appeared, these ripples upon collision with the two brutes, immediately caused their bodies to tremble. With a single instantaneous step, grandpa arrived in front of one of the two, with a finger pointing at his head, his head shattered as his body collapsed. In the same instant, Grandpa shot a fist towards the other, creating a heaven shaking bang as the other brute’s body exploded.
But as these two people died, from their corpses a large amount of black smoke appeared, this black smoke slowly gathering together, forming a vague figure who rushed towards the escaping Grandpa.
“Bi Tu!” Grandpa’s expression was grave, he knew that this black smoke was not Bi Tu’s real body, rather one formed from some evil Mán-Technique, but the fact that this technique was activated meant that Bi Tu was somewhere near, or perhaps rushing towards them right this instant.
But at the same time, in the direction the tribe was escaping in came loud screams, the instant these sounds appeared, the Tribe’s Patriarch and various Mán-Cultivators’ expression all changed.
Shortly after, from the two sides, similar cried could be heard as a large number of Hei Shan Tribe enemies appeared!
If it was as before, they could have just once more sacrificed some Mán-Cultivators to stall them, to advance further, but they had actually appeared from three different directions at the same time with bloodcurdling roars. About ten or so Zhang in front of the patriarch, the ground suddenly shook as the ground split, before a giant wooden gate over a hundred zhang long and several Zhang thick appeared, instantly stopping any possible advance by the tribe!
On top of the wooden barricade were three Hei Shan Tribe brutes, one of them nearly one Zhang tall, in his hand a large bow as he stared at the people with a cruel smile.
At the same time, by the left and right sides of the tribe,along with the earth shaking, two more such gates appeared, each over a hundred Zhang long, trapping the Wu Shan Tribe within!
On the gates by the side, there were similarly enemies standing on them staring down at the Wu Shan Tribe with ridicule.
This was clearly a trap planned long in advance!
The Wu Shan Tribesmen’s expression greatly changed as the patriarch’s expression further paled, yet at the same time his eyes filled with killing intent. All their Mán-Cultivators similarly preparing for battle.
“They had actually managed to find out out escape route and set a trap here!” A sense of doubt grew within each and every one of their hearts.
“Who is it!! Who is the traitor!!!” Su Ming’s body trembled as he recalled what Grandpa told him previously, that a traitor existed in the tribe!
At the same time, the black smoke formed by Bi Tu’s Mán-Technique continued to fight Grandpa, whose expression turned sorrowful and angry, the matter regarding the traitor was only a suspicion on his part, he had tried all he could to figure out who the traitor was, only the traitor had hid himself too well, leaving not the slightest clue about himself, as if there was no traitor in the first place. But seeing today’s events, Grandpa was certain that there was a traitor, only he still just could not imagine who this traitor was…… and what was his objective……
During this crisis, the Wu Shan Tribesmen were filled with horrified expressions, powerless to resist the enemies as they were walled off on three sides. Suddenly even more Hei Shan Mán-Cultivators appeared, seeing these fifty plus people appearing, Grandpa pointed a finger towards the tribe in the distance.
With this finger, on the skies above the Wu Shan Tribe, the winds suddenly stirred as the skies shook, a black light shone as it fused into a then plus Zhang wide Wu Shan Tribe Totem!
It was a half man half beast image, filled with the aura of an ancient Mán, its eyes filled with frenzy and blood l.u.s.t, in one of its hand was a long dragon, in the other was a long spear.
Its appearance was accompanied by the dimming of the skies, as if its presence bore down on the heavens itself. Only this totem did not seem to be fully complete, as it appeared somewhat translucent, forming from nothingness itself, a black light shone from its body, enveloping the Wu Shan Tribesmen, protecting them within.
“The Mán-cultivators outside, the normal tribesmen stay inside, we fight till the end!!” Instantly, the Wu Shan Tribe patriarch let out a loud shout, his body shot towards the wooden gate in front of him, he knew that in order for the tribe to leave, he had to break through this barricade, retreat was impossible!
“Kill!!” The Wu Shan Tribe’s Mán-Cultivators all rushed out towards the Hei Shan enemies nearest to them, madly advancing, the Wu Shan Tribe’s Marksman jumped into the skies with his bow in hand as he shot a single arrow, shooting towards the barricade by the right.
The tribe patriarch was followed by two other Mán-Cultivators, rushed out determinedly to kill!
Bei Ling, Wu La, Lei Chen and the other Mán-Cultivators all madly started a battle to the death! Shan Hen silently thought for a while before too rushing into battle.
Su Ming’s heart was filled with killing intent as he got ready to move, but he suddenly heard crying coming from behind him, the little girl who he was hugging earlier suddenly got scared awake and was staring at him while crying.
Su Ming did not turn back as he suddenly jumped towards the gate in front of thim, on the gate were ten plus Hei Shan Tribe brutes who pounced down with a strange battle cry, as he and the surrounding Mán-Cultivators started the fight.
As it was evening, the sunlight was fairly dim, as the moon too started to appear in the skies, apparently it would be nighttime soon. Su Ming’s blood boiled as he roared in rage, his eyes bloodshot, the reason he had broke the barrier and rushed back was precisely for this reason, right now was his reason for living!
“I was born to the Wu Shan Tribe, and will die as a Wu Shan spirit!” Su Ming had no reservations as all two hundred and forty three blood veins surfaced, revealing his cultivation at the seventh level of blood condensation, but in today’s fight, barely anyone paid attention to this youth.
In the group of ten plus Hei Shan Tribesmen ahead of him, there was only one person at the seventh level of blood condensation, the rest were only at the fifth or sixth level. This person had looked down on the seven Wu Shan Tribesmen who rushed forth, as a member of the Hei Shan Tribe’s hunting party, he had felt that killing these people personally was like stealing candy from a baby.
But as he approached, his eyes suddenly widened with surprise, he could clearly feel that in the group approaching him was a weak looking youth who somehow exploded with a powerful blood qi.
“Just who is he!! For such a youth to have such powerful blood qi!!” Before he finished his train of thought, Su Ming had already arrived, and his target was precisely himself.
All this happened in an instant, as both parties collided, the sounds of battle resounded, along with the mournful cries of tribesmen. Su Ming shot out his fist, all two hundred and forty three blood veins combined into one, as it collided into the Hei Shan Tribesman at the seventh level of blood condensation.
A bang resounded out, but in this messy battlefield, it was barely of any significance. Standing on the edge of life and death, the tribesmen hiding in the barrier trembled as their faces paled, but firmly determined and seemingly fearless, yet in reality they were definitely afraid, only they knew, what point was there in being afraid.
In their eyes, a bone chilling hatred emerged, one that seemed to be able to consume the world.
Silence, everyone was silent, even the little girl who was shocked awake no longer shed tears, she only gazed at Su Ming’s back, gazed at him fighting for the tribe!
A single fist shot out as it met with the other man’s fist, with a bang, that brute instantly coughed out a large amount of blood, his wrist on the verge of breaking, with the recoil from that exchanged, he fell back several steps, but as he retreated, Su Ming roared as he continued to rush forth and punch with an inhuman speed, fist after fist after fist!
In the blink of an eye, Su Ming shot out eight punches which all landed on the brute’s body who constantly retreated as blood poured out of his mouth. That man had never expected that he would run into such an elite here, such a crazy powerful fellow.
“Die for me!!” Su Ming once more approached, this time not using his fists, rather he used his head to headb.u.t.t his opponent’s skull, sending him backwards onto the wooden gate, crashing against it with a bang as blood spurted out from his mouth, he was completely suppressed by Su Ming’s speed without the chance for even striking back, in his eyes, Su Ming was just…… too fast!