Beseech The Devil Chapter 93

Chapter 93 – The fourth arrow!

The shocking image of a blood moon appeared in Su Ming’s eyes, its demonic presence shook the hearts of everyone around, the sudden turmoil in the red mist in the skies created a strange feeling in his body, yet he could clearly remember this same feeling coming from his body a few months back.

It was as if his blood qi was no longer in his control and was trying to escape, rus.h.i.+ng in wors.h.i.+p of the mysterious phenomenon.

Mo Sang who was fighting with Bi Tu was in trouble, but his eyes suddenly flashed as he felt Bi Tu’s blood qi transform. Taking a sidestep, he took this chance to launch his mighty

Mán-Technique.

In an instant, the large b.l.o.o.d.y mist in the skies rolled backwards, as if Bi Tu was forced back inside.

This sight utterly shocked the people on the ground, even more so than the Blood Moon in Su Ming’s eyes.

“Retreat!” Nan Song’s eyes flashed as he waved his sleeves, bringing with him the Wu Shan Mán- Cultivators speedily back. After witnessing their retreat, the nine Hei Shan Tribesmen suppressed their shock as they no longer glanced at the skies and once more focused on their pursuit.

After retreating about a hundred Zhang, Nan Song bit his tongue and spat out some fresh blood. The fresh blood transformed into a large b.l.o.o.d.y palm as it flew towards the nine Hei Shan Tribesmen.

With a loud bang, the b.l.o.o.d.y palm sent the Hei Shan Tribe pursuers flying fifty zhang away.

“I can feel that there are still a few more Hei Shan Mán-Cultivators further away rus.h.i.+ng towards us…… I want to channel a Mán-Technique, but I need you all to help me buy some time!” Nan Song instructed as he immediately sat down cross-legged. His eyes closed as his entire presence seemed to disappear, the blood veins on his body twisting and moving about until it formed an image.

Bei Ling who no longer had any combat strength carried his father as who had difficulty even trying to escape, the Marksman who lost his legs forcefully maintained consciousness with pure willpower, but from the looks of it, he would fall soon.

Lei Chen struggled off Su Ming’s back, compared to Bei Ling, although he too was exhausted, he could at least still put up a fight to stand guard by Nan Song.

Currently at the front, other than Su Ming, there was a thirty or so year old man whose face was pale and his left hand destroyed yet tightly gripping onto a spear with his right hand, standing by Su Ming’s side.

“Su Ming!” From Su Ming’s back, the weak Marksman’s voice came.

“This bow, i’ll give to you!” As Su Ming turned to look, the Marksman handed Bei Ling the bow and his three remaining arrows to toss to  Su Ming. “From now on, you  will become the Wu Shan Tribe’s Marksman! Your skill with the bow, I have seen it before, it’s very good…” The Marksman smiled as his eyes slowly shut, he had not pa.s.sed away yet, but he could no longer hang on as he fainted.

Su Ming caught the bow and arrows, the bow was surprisingly heavy, carrying along with it an oppressive aura as it was stained with blood. After tightly holding onto it for abit, he silently slung the arrows on his back as he nodded towards Bei Ling before once more turning to face the Hei Shan Tribesmen who were being delayed by Nan Song’s b.l.o.o.d.y palm.

Time trickled away, and from Nan Song’s body a horrifying aura was slowly emerging, it could be felt that once he completed his technique, it would definitely be terrifying.

But at this moment, the b.l.o.o.d.y palm started to fracture and the Nine Hei Shan people rushed out towards Su Ming and company.

Su Ming’s eyes flashed with killing intent as he tightly clutched the bow in his right hand. Quickly drawing his bow into a complete arc, an indescribably aura burst forth from Su Ming’s body, his blood qi condensing onto this single arrow which let out a shocking sound when released from his hands.

That single arrow carried an exceptional madness as it whistled through the air, shooting straight ahead, landing practically instantly on one of the nine Hei Shan Tribesman.

Su Ming knew that he could not waste a single arrow, although that shot was not aimed at the Hei Shan Patriarch or Bi Tu, it was instead shot towards one of the Hei Shan Tribesman at the fifth level of Blood Condensation.

A single arrow, a single black streak in an instant crashed into the Hei Shan Tribeman’s chest, immediately tearing it apart as it pierced through his body, causing him to be shot a few steps back before collapsing dead.

At this instant, Su Ming drew his second arrow and nocked his bow, the remaining eight Hei Shan Tribesman had already reached within thirty Zhang, seemingly able to arrive before this arrow even shot out.

At this moment, the man about thirty years old beside Su Ming, walked forward in large strides as he smiled. WIthout hesitation, his entire body flashed with a bright red light and his blood veins expanded, he was actually going to self-detonate!

Using his own body’s explosion to tangle with the Hei Shan Tribesmen, to buy the most time for Su Ming’s arrows. Su Ming silently pondered, as he used his actions to express his sorrow and frustration towards his tribesmen’s sacrifice. The moment his arrow was released, there was a loud bang, not from his arrow, but from the pa.s.sing of one more of his tribesman.

The thirty year old man did not die without regrets, but at this point in time, he choose to sacrifice his own life to trade for the chance at his fellow tribemen’s safety. With his self-detonation, the remaining Hei Shan Tribesmen were stalled for another three breaths of time!

This three breaths of time allowed Su Ming’s second arrow to fly forth, one more piercing through the heart of another Hei Shan Tribesman, instantly killing him as blood spurted out his body.

As his comrade’s explosion settled down, Su Ming shot his third arrow!

Without waiting to see the result, he immediately strung his bow on his back as he unhesitatingly rushed forward, a b.l.o.o.d.y light appeared in his right hand as he firmly gripped onto his Scaled Blood Spear.

The new Su Ming no longer roared as he ran ahead unhesitatingly, behind him was a powerful Mán-Technique was being channeled by Nan Song, a Lei Chen who could barely fight, the severely injured Bei Ling and unconscious Marksman, at this point in time, the only one who could still fight was Su Ming alone.

He could no longer choose to retreat, he could only forge ahead! His eyes already starting to blur, the arrow which he did not dare remove was still lodged in his chest, the moment it is removed, his injuries would worsen. The repercussions of hastily raising his cultivation was also starting to show.

Ahead of him, the Hei Shan Tribesmen rus.h.i.+ng towards him included the patriarch and consisted of six people! Although these six people were injured as well, they still madly approached.

Lei Chen clenched his fists, but he knew that he was the last line of defence, even if he were to have to perish, he would die standing. Taking a few steps forward, he stood in front of Nan Song, tears rolling down his face as he looked at Su Ming.

“Su Ming, you said it before, I cannot leave before you, even if I were to die it would be together……” I will definitely join you!… Like a mute, without speaking, Su Ming attacked even more fiercely than before, with the black spear in hand he started to fight the Hei Shan Tribe’s patriarch!

Hei Shan Tribe’s Patriarch was a powerhouse at the eighth level of blood condensation, even slightly stronger than Ye w.a.n.g. Although he was slightly injured, he was not someone Su Ming could suppress. In the instant they exchanged blows, blood flowed out Su Ming’s lips as he used his body to forcefully withstand a blow from his fists, the spear in his right hand actually swinging at another Hei Shan Tribesman instead.

It was actually targeted at a person at the sixth level of blood condensation who was originally smiling by his patriarch’s side. Thinking that Su Ming was doomed by the fist, he did not expect to see a spear hurtling towards him. With a bang, the spear sliced through his head from his right eye killing him immediately. Blood shot out of Su Ming’s body as he was sent rolling away. The Hei Shan Tribesmen were intending to skip past Su Ming, but he had actually once more stood up, grimly smiling as he spread his arms, moonlight descending and surrounded his body, slowly transforming into threads which he sent flying towards those five people.

The Hei Shan Patriarch’s eyes flashed as he immediately used his hand to send Bi Su flying away, as he borrowed the momentum to leap towards Lei Chen with killing intent.

This Hei Shan Patriarch let out a low growl as his body exploded with a red glow, the image of a b.l.o.o.d.y bear appearing behind him, it was his Mán-Tattoo which had not fully formed yet. Letting out a roar, it attempted to block the silvery threads released by Su Ming.

But he had looked down on Su Ming’s technique a little too much, adding on the fact that the moon was nearly full, the moment this silvery thread came into contact with the blood bear, it immediately pierced it causing the bear to let out a pained shriek. The Hei Shan Patriarch eyes flashed as he borrowed the power of the exploding bear to shatter the silver strands, and dispersed the force towards the surroundings, part of the impact shot back towards Su Ming which sent him flying as blood spurted from his body.

In the air, Su Ming could barely remain conscious, looking into the forest, there were about ten or so more figures of the Hei Shan Tribesmen currently rus.h.i.+ng towards Lei Chen, among them was the cruel Bi Su.

“Is this the end……” but I…… “can still fight……” I still have one last arrow! Everything in his sight seemed to have slowed down as sound no longer reached his ears, his eyes tightly locked onto Bi Su who was approaching Lei Chen. His body was shrouded by moonlight as he held onto the bow once more, pulling out the arrow in his chest, he converted his pain into one last burst of strength. As his blood left his body, he aimed his blood stained arrow towards Bi Su before letting it go!