"Warriors of the Holy Mountain, charge with me for the glory of the Holy Mountain..."
Kurtut looked at Ling Tian, who was approaching at high speed in the distance, with cold eyes, tied up the animal skin, let out a violent roar, and then rushed out like a tank.
Shamans specialize in body cultivation. Kurtut was the divine envoy of the Holy Mountain of Shamanism during this period. His cultivation was the best in the entire shamanism. His momentum when he charged was indeed terrifying.
Coupled with the ordinary shamans who followed Kurtut in the charge, at this moment, it was as shocking as the Yellow River overflowing and the sea tsunami.
When they ran, they could clearly feel the earth shaking, as if what they were running was not a group of people, but a group of Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Behind them, Batu Munch looked at a group of charging shamans with satisfaction. In more than two hundred years, the power of the shamans has definitely not returned to its heyday.
In fact, if any sect is killed and almost exterminated, many of its practices will be lost, and shamanism is no exception.
Over the past two hundred years, shamanism has mostly been restoring lost practices and thinking of ways to deal with them based on the power displayed by Taoism at that time.
However, no matter what, the power of shamanism has indeed become stronger again, strong enough to help Batu Monk suppress the entire grassland.
Batu Munch also believed that Kurtut's power could definitely destroy Ling Tian.
Up and down the city wall, Yang Tinghe and many officials from the Ming Dynasty, along with Batumengk, watched Kurtut charge towards Lingtian with many shamans.
Outside the capital, on the vast plains, Kurtut and many shamans finally collided with Ling Tian.
Just like a group of armored tanks colliding hard, and like a group of violent tyrannosaurs colliding hard, suddenly, the sky was filled with dust and smoke.
In the sky full of dust and smoke, many shamans could be seen quickly dispersing under Kurt's command, encircling Lingtian like the oldest hunt on the prairie.
The shaman, who specializes in physical training, is surrounded now. He doesn't have many skills, only the purest rage.
Ling Tian, who was surrounded by these shamans, was like a prey surrounded by countless wild beasts, and it seemed that he had no way to escape.
Forced into a desperate situation, Ling Tian seemed to have no choice but to fight with all his strength, waving his arms towards the shamans.
Fight with the shaman for pure power.
Up and down the city wall, not only the people who knew the true meaning of the shaman's power, but also the people who just saw Kurtut leading the charge with the shaman couldn't help but smile or couldn't bear it.
Yang Tinghe, those officials, Batu Mengke, etc. were delighted that Ling Tian was losing, but the defenders on the city wall couldn't bear the death of the reinforcements sent by Zhu Houzhao.
At this moment, no one obviously thought that there was a chance that Ling Tian would still be alive.
However, just when everyone thought that Ling Tian would definitely die, suddenly, a shaman who was facing Ling Tian was punched by Ling Tian and flew out.
"This is impossible..."
Unbelievable shouts came from the mouths of countless people up and down the city wall.
On the plain, Kurtut's eyes glazed over for a moment. As the leader of the Holy Mountain Shaman in this period, Kurtut really couldn't accept that this was the end of the shaman's accumulation of more than two hundred years.
"Fight to the death for the glory of the Holy Mountain..."
An angry roar came from Kurtut's mouth, and a crazy look flashed in the eyes of the shaman leader of the holy mountain. He really could not accept the outcome of the shaman's failure again.
The attacks of many shamans became even more frenzied. Following Kurtut's roar, a group of shamans quickly gathered and rushed toward Ling Tian like desperate beasts.
In their madness, these shaman's attacks became extremely brutal, with no regard for their own life or death.
Tyranny, madness, cruelty, bloodthirsty...
Even though everyone was looking at the group of shamans from far away on the city wall, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hair.
However, this creepy feeling hadn't dissipated yet, and suddenly, another shaman flew out.
Among a group of shamans, Ling Tian was even crazier than the crazy shamans. He was equally violent, without any defense, purely attacking with attack.
However, Ling Tian felt nothing when being hit by the shaman. If he counterattacked, the shaman would definitely fly out as long as he was hit.
It seemed that Ling Tiancai was a shaman specializing in body cultivation, while those shamans were actually warriors who played with skills.
In just a short while, all the shamans surrounding Ling Tian had flown out, but Kurtut persisted in exchanging a few moves with Ling Tian and remained in place.
"This is impossible..."
Almost sluggish words continued to spit out from Kurtut's mouth, and his fists were swung rapidly, beating towards Ling Tian crazily.
At this time, Kurtut was not so much fighting as he was stubbornly refusing to fall out of reluctance.
However, when only Kurtut was left among the shamans, there was really no threat to Ling Tian.
The figure shook slightly, and Ling Tian suddenly disappeared in front of Kurtut. He suddenly lost his target. Kurtut, who was already a little dull, looked even more stunned.
Then, as if feeling something, Kurtut turned back sharply.
However, just as the figure moved, suddenly, an offensive like a violent storm swept around Kurtut crazily.
In terms of physical strength, Ling Tian is better than most shamans, but not necessarily better than Kurt. But in terms of speed, after cultivating Sunflower to the point where it is impossible to improve, Ling Tian can already claim to be unparalleled in the world.
One punch, ten punches, a hundred punches...
No one could count how many punches Ling Tian had thrown in the blink of an eye. All they could see was that Kurtut's whole body was trembling and slowly turned into a ball of blood-red smoke.
Looking from a distance, Kurtut seemed to have been beaten to death by Ling Tian.
Horror, thriller...
No one could explain clearly how they felt now. From Yang Tinghe to Batu Mengke, from the officials of the Ming Dynasty to the Tatar cavalry, everyone's body was trembling slightly.
Everything above and below the city wall fell silent for an instant.
"Long live, long live..."
I don’t know how much time passed, but finally, the defenders on the city wall began to cheer excitedly.
At this moment, only these ordinary soldiers who didn't have much thought and were naturally on the side of Ling Tian could come back to their senses.
As these ordinary soldiers cheered, the eyes of Yang Tinghe and others began to fluctuate. They were all the most noble people in the Ming Dynasty. No one was willing to accept failure, not to mention that the price of failure in establishing a new emperor was death, or even death.
Kill the nine tribes.
At this moment, Yang Tinghe was thinking about how to deal with Ling Tian, whether there was a chance to deal with him, or whether he should escape, while other officials were thinking about whether they could deal with Ling Tian, or whether they should sell Yang Tinghe and return to the embrace of Emperor Zhengde.
On the plain, Ling Tian didn't think so much. After killing the shaman, Ling Tian stepped forward and ran towards Batu Munch's location again.
His mission this time is to first destroy Batu Meng and then Yang Tinghe and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty.
