The presence of True Morning Dao World spread out swiftly from Su Ming's third eye. The sky rumbled, and the ground trembled. This was the first time True Morning Dao World's presence was completely revealed in Yin Death Vortex. It surrounded Su Ming, causing his long hair to float in the air, his robes to flutter, and the pupils in his third eye to shrink and expand. At that moment, Su Ming possessed the power of the God of Berserkers, but he was also filled with a strange and enchanting malice.
That malice was enough to make a person unable to forget it once they saw it!
"True Morning Dao World is me. I … am True Morning Dao World!" In the face of the three wills' shock towards Su Ming's identity, Su Ming answered their question with an aloof and thunderous voice that echoed in all directions.
His words echoed in the air, and each of them was stronger than the last. When the final word tumbled out of his mouth, the sky and earth roared at the same time. The huge palm in front of Su Ming crumbled, and the gray-robed old man's expression changed. He staggered several thousands of feet backwards. The black and white balls of fog beside him looked as if they had been swept away by a violent gust of wind, and they returned to human form in a very pathetic manner.
The three of them stared at Su Ming in shock. Even then, their faces were filled with disbelief.
"So what if … you Possessed a True World?!" A glint appeared in the gray-robed old man's eyes. When he lifted his arms, the black-robed and white-robed old men immediately formed seals. They moved, and the two of them turned into black and white fog again. When they swept in all directions, the gray-robed old man took a step forward.
In an instant, his body turned into gray fog. It intersected with the black and white fog and gathered together to stir up space. An increasingly stronger will swiftly appeared.
"Morus Alba is not a field!" A buzzing and indistinct voice came from the huge will that had appeared in the fog formed by the fusion of black, white, and gray. At the instant those words echoed in the air, the entire sky … turned crimson.
There seemed to be veins that looked like a spider's web in the crimson sky. They spread out endlessly, causing all those who saw them to feel as if the world had turned into a cage that had been covered up and sealed.
The veins in the crimson sky looked like a spider's web at first glance, but when they took a closer look, they would find that there was something different about them. It would be difficult for them to tell just what was the thing that covered the sky.
"Everlasting Transformation!" The will in the fog that fused with the black, white, and gray let out a loud voice once again. As it echoed in the air, the sky and earth looked as if they had become still for an instant. That power of stillness seemed to have surpassed the Immobilization Art Su Ming had seen before. The entire world had come to a complete stop.
Everything in the area, including the flames of life, came to a standstill.
It was as if they were really like those four words: Immutable!
For the first time, a solemn look appeared on Su Ming's face. The presence of a True World surrounded him. His body would occasionally become indistinct, and at other times, it would become clear. This was due to the presence of a True World surrounding him, and it was a form of resistance against Yin Death Vortex.
"Morus Alba Wings … First Slash!" The low growl from the will in the fog spread out, and the world roared. Su Ming personally saw the crimson veins that covered the sky like a spider's web in the quiet world move at that instant.
It was dancing, as if … it was flapping its wings. As it moved, a light breeze danced in the air. That seemingly harmless breeze made Su Ming's pupils shrink.
The veins that covered the sky were not a spider's web, but wings! By the looks of it, they looked like the wings of a butterfly!
A great sense of life-threatening danger rose in Su Ming's heart. At that moment, without any hesitation, he lifted his right hand and swung it forward while shouting three words.
"God of Berserkers Transformation!"
He executed the God of Berserkers Transformation in the Berserkers' world!
Almost at the instant Su Ming finished speaking, ten million souls of Great Berserkers rushed out from the area around his lifted right hand. As they roared soundlessly, they charged towards Su Ming's right hand and swiftly fused into it, causing it to instantly swell up. When Su Ming lifted his left hand, the tens of millions of souls of Great Berserkers appeared again.
Soon after, his legs, and then his body. The process of the God of Berserkers Transformation was completed in the blink of an eye. Su Ming's body grew several times in size, and as he stood towering in the world, he became the true God of Great Berserkers!
The God of Berserkers Transformation transformed into the God of Berserkers!
More than one hundred million souls of Great Berserkers fused into him, his body swelled up, and the power of the Berserkers erupted to its limit, causing Su Ming to feel as if he possessed the power to tear apart the world. The feeling of having an indescribably great power in his hands made Su Ming feel as if he could fight against those in Avacaniya Realm at that moment.
This was the most perfect body of Great Berserker Tribe. However, even during the era of the Antecedental Spirits, Great Berserker Tribe did not possess this supreme body. This was … the one and only God of Berserkers formed after countless souls of Great Berserker Tribe gathered together over countless years!
The God of Berserkers Transformation caused the world to tremble. The invisible power that froze the world also became unstable.
When Su Ming threw his head back and roared, his voice shook the sky and earth. It was a madness that could compare to the Ancient God's roar. At the instant his voice reverberated in the air, the invisible power that froze the Berserkers instantly crumbled. The six hundred thousand Berserkers in the area stared at Su Ming in excitement. At that moment, they could sense the worship in their blood growing even stronger.
If Su Ming before the God of Berserkers Transformation made all the Berserkers zealous and respectful, and he could even cause their blood to resonate with him, then after the God of Berserkers Transformation, all the Berserkers no longer felt the resonance in their blood. Instead, they felt something that surpassed resonance. It was as if … they had seen their ancestor!
"God of Berserkers!"
"God of Berserkers!"
"God of Berserkers!" The six hundred thousand Berserkers knelt down and worshiped Su Ming. When their voices surged into the sky, Morus Alba's wings that covered the sky charged towards Su Ming with a wind that seemed to want to destroy the world.
That wind did not just want to destroy Su Ming, but also the entire Berserkers' world. When it closed in, Su Ming, who had gained a huge body after the God of Berserkers Transformation, had a hint of derision appear in his eyes. It came from his confidence and the rampaging power of Great Berserker Tribe filling his body.
"This is the Berserkers' world." Su Ming lifted his right hand.
"I am the Berserkers' God of Berserkers."
"If you're the legendary Morus Alba's wings, then so be it, but how dare you fight against me with your Illusory Wings?!" Su Ming did not wait for the Morus Alba's wings to close in on him. He took a step forward, lifted his arms, and leaped up. Then, he pushed his palms together and slammed them against the incoming wings.
He did not use any divine abilities or Arts with it, but it gathered all of Su Ming's power after the God of Berserkers Transformation, along with the determination and madness of one hundred million something souls of Great Berserkers to protect the Berserkers.
There was also the True World's will gathered in Su Ming's third eye at the center of his brows. All of these things fused together and turned into Su Ming's simple throw.
It looked as if he had torn apart all laws and created a law of the world that belonged to the Berserkers. When he swung his arm, it crashed against the Morus Alba's wings, and the world … seemed to have become eternal for an instant.
"Shatter!" Su Ming's eyes turned crimson. He growled, and the world roared from the state of eternity. The ground trembled violently, and the sky distorted. The crimson Morus Alba's wings let out cracking sounds before they crumbled and fell backwards.
The wind that could destroy everything could not destroy Su Ming's body, could not destroy his will, and could not destroy the Berserkers he protected!
The Morus Alba's wings crumbled, and the black and gray fog that had fused together was instantly thrown into chaos by Su Ming's rampaging God of Berserkers attack. When it scattered, it turned into the three old men. Their faces were pale, and there was shock on their faces as they swiftly retreated.
Their wills trembled, and their hearts were filled with disbelief. After all, the first manifestation of Morus Alba's wings was a divine ability that could only be executed by the three of them together. It was a supreme power that could destroy an entire Expanse Cosmos. Even though it was not the legendary Harmonious Morus Alba's wings, they had borrowed its form and possessed a hint of that legendary power. Yet even so, they could not shake Su Ming in the slightest.
Su Ming's God of Berserkers Transformation brought fear to the three old men, which was something rarely seen in them.
Yet the moment they retreated, Su Ming turned his head around in midair. His eyes were bloodshot, and the time limit of his God of Berserkers Transformation was about to disappear. When it was about to disappear, Su Ming's gaze landed on the white-robed old man.
That person was the ancient will who had once forced Su Ming into a corner. Su Ming's killing intent towards the white-robed old man was the strongest. At the instant his gaze landed on him, he lifted his right hand and pointed at the white-robed old man.
"With the honor of a True World, the might of the God of Berserkers, and the master of the universe, I sentence you … to have your body and soul destroyed!" When Su Ming said those words, the area around him immediately roared. The presence of a True World became violent, and the power of the God of Berserkers filled the area. Once it gathered together, it turned into a monstrous will of heaven. When it filled the area, it swiftly enveloped the white-robed old man.
The old man's expression changed. He formed a seal with his hands, but just as he was about to fight back …
"DIE!!" Su Ming's lifted finger turned into a palm, and he seized the air in the direction of the white-robed old man from the distance. His palm turned into a fist, as if he had seized the white-robed old man's soul in his palm. When he squeezed it tightly, the white-robed old man let out a shrill scream of pain. Fear and despair appeared on his face, along with disbelief that had been present since the start.
"This is impossible. It's impossible for him to kill me. Even if he Possessed True Morning Dao World, he still doesn't have the right to kill me. This is …" The white-robed old man's body twisted. As he screamed shrilly, a bang shot up into the air, and his body was torn to shreds. He turned into white fog, intending to flee in all directions, but he came to an abrupt halt. It was as if a breeze had blown past him, and right before everyone's eyes, the white fog that was the old man looked as if it had been wiped off and disappeared without a trace.
The three great wills in Yin Death Vortex, who had existed since ancient times, found it hard to believe that it was just as Su Ming had said. Their bodies and souls were destroyed, and from then on, they no longer had any signs of life. In fact, it was impossible for them to reincarnate.
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