At that moment, Su Ming could be said to be an existence that was the center of attention. The arm that stretched down from the distortions in the sky was several thousands of feet long, and it gave off a great presence that caused all those who saw it to feel an oppressive pressure and shock in their hearts.
Su Ming stood on the palm of that arm. His long hair floated in the wind, his eyes were like stars, and rainbows filled the area behind him. The pure presence of a Berserker in the Berserker Soul Realm spread out from his body.
At that moment, there was a dazzling, enchanting air around him.
The aloofness in his voice and the enchanting air fused together to form a picture that would be passed down through the ages. If there was a painter in the world who could draw this picture, then it would definitely shake the nine heavens.
Only the palm of that arm did not have any palm lines …
The tens of thousands of Immortals in the area looked at Su Ming with complicated emotions and shock on their faces. They could not hide his existence, his status as a Berserker, the powerful ripples of power, and the phenomenon in the world. All of these things formed the outline of a person who stood at the peak of the Berserker Race and was about to rise to power.
"Su Ming …" The golden-robed Di Tian looked at Su Ming and spoke languidly. This was the first time he called out Su Ming's name before the people in the battlefield.
At the instant the golden-robed Di Tian said this name, it was destined to spread through the entire land of Immortals, and even through Eastern Wastelands, no matter how the battle ended.
This name would be remembered by all, and it would never be forgotten in their lives.
The strangeness of Su Ming's statue of the God of Berserkers was enough to make endless waves of shock and shock rise in the hearts of all those who saw it. He had such a great presence, but he had only gathered together one arm.
It would have been better if the phenomenon in the sky had disappeared. They could understand it as Su Ming's statue of the God of Berserkers being a right arm, but the phenomenon in the sky was still around, and the rainbows had not disappeared. Instead, more of them appeared, and all of this was enough to prove one thing.
Su Ming's Berserker Soul Realm had not ended!
Su Ming's Berserker Soul Realm … had just begun!
When Su Ming stood on the right arm of his statue of the God of Berserkers and challenged Di Tian for the first time in his life at such a high level with a gaze that looked down on the entire world, the focus of this battle was no longer on the choice regarding Eastern Wastelands Tower, but … on Su Ming's rise and Di Tian's fall!
Perhaps, the rise of an expert should always be done by stepping on the corpse of another expert of the past. Only in this way would he be able to give everyone who saw him an impact that came from the bottom of their hearts. This impact would be like a brand that would be deeply engraved in their hearts for a lifetime!
The tens of thousands of people in the surroundings were breathing heavily. There was no excitement or excitement in their eyes, only complicated emotions. It was the kind of complicated emotions one would feel when seeing an expert from a foreign race. Other than that, there was also a kind of silent respect.
Almost at the same time Su Ming broke through great completion in the Bone Sacrifice Realm and stepped into the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm, he did not just cause the hearts of the tens of thousands of people in the area to tremble. More importantly, he stirred up an even more intense change in the Berserkers' blood as they burned it.
If the burning of the Berserkers' blood could be said to be boiling, then as Su Ming moved into the Berserker Soul Realm, then all the Berserkers' blood could no longer be described as boiling, but erupting. That eruption made them feel as if all their blood was about to leave their bodies against their will and roar as if they were about to ignite.
In a spot far away in the sky was a group of nearly ten thousand people led by the old man from All Entities Clan. At that moment, they could not help but let out shocking roars. The excitement contained within those roars could no longer be described with words. It had been a long, long time since such excited voices had appeared in the land of Berserkers.
The old man who had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm from All Entities Clan trembled. As he moved forward, he suddenly started laughing loudly. There was an ancient air to his laughter, along with the excitement that came from the depths of his heart.
There were tears in that laughter, along with the excitement in his heart. He knew that his choice was not wrong, and he knew that the legend of the Berserkers was not wrong either.
He knew that the signs of the fourth God of Berserkers had truly appeared. These signs were erupting madly, and before long, they would completely show themselves.
"The future of the Berserkers will be right before us as we burn our blood! All Berserkers will remember this day. This day will be the most glorious day in the history of the Berserkers!
"The Immortals … will not be far away from being chased out of our land!
My people, bring out your full speed and show off the presence of the rising sun. We … will slice through the sky and worship the God of Berserkers! " As the old man spoke, the nearly ten thousand disciples from All Entities Clan behind him let out the same roars in excitement.
"Slice through the sky and worship the God of Berserkers!" That roar shook the sky and earth, causing the sky to look as if it was swaying. Green also appeared on the originally deteriorating ground, as if grass was spreading out and swaying in excitement.
On the other side of Eastern Wastelands, there were also ten thousand long arcs charging through the sky. These people might all be Berserkers, but most of them were thin and shriveled. However, the burning passion in their eyes did not lose to that of All Entities Sect. They did not say a single word, but the excitement contained within their bodies and the eruption of their blood was enough to make all those who saw their figures in the sky feel their hearts tremble.
This group of people were like a pack of crazed wolves, but they were not searching for prey. Instead, they were going to worship their king!
The eyes of the thin old man in the lead were bloodshot. The burning and eruption of his blood stimulated his cultivation base to increase once again, which made him believe that his choice was definitely not wrong.
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Great Tribe of Surging Clouds will be the first tribe to appear before the Fourth God of Berserkers. We will make the Fourth God of Berserkers see our children first!"
The near ten thousand people let out a low roar at the same time. Their voices were enough to shake the galaxy and cause the ground to tremble. Their speed … became even faster!
Aside from them, there were also countless scattered figures in the sky of the Eastern Wasteland Continent. These people were all following the burning of their bloodlines as they charged towards the place where it was becoming more and more intense.
They could clearly sense the eruption of their blood at that instant. It was an eruption that came from the burning of their blood. This eruption not only caused their cultivation bases to increase slightly, but also made the calling in their hearts to become even stronger. It was so strong that it was enough to drive them mad.
The Berserkers' hope, the Berserkers' future, and whether the Berserkers would still belong to the Berserkers - all of these questions were answered at that moment!
The Fated Kin also had an endless amount of potential erupt from their lives at that moment, causing them to charge towards their Demon Paragon without care for anything else.
The entire Eastern Wastelands trembled because of it. In the midst of their confusion and the burning of their blood, the countless people from small tribes also rose into the sky and flew madly towards the place where their blood was calling them.
The Berserkers hidden in the mountain range had just suppressed their urge with great difficulty, but at that moment, a ripple appeared once again, and it was even more intense than before. However, after some time, they calmed down once again. However, thousands of young men in their prime flew out from the mountain range with determination and excitement. They were one of the few people in the tribe, and the path they chose was different from the older generation in their tribe. They did not want to hide anymore and did not want to live under the Immortals' shadow. They wanted … to fight for their future.
That was why they flew out on their own and charged towards where Su Ming was, based on the guidance of their blood.
Their tribe did not stop them, but just watched them silently.
Chi Lei Tian's tribe also burst into an uproar once again due to their blood. Chi Lei Tian gritted his teeth, and with a swing of his arm, nearly ten thousand people in his tribe flew up together, and in the midst of their excitement, they charged forward.
"It doesn't matter whether I live or die. I, Chi Lei Tian, believe in a legend just once. My tribesmen, come with me to see this God of Berserkers!"
The world rumbled, but there were still not many changes in Berserker Fang Tribe hidden in the forest. However, there were no longer seven or eight people kneeling behind the old man dressed in beast skins in the depths of the forest, but there were nearly thirty people kneeling on the ground. They knelt there quietly, and with stubborn expressions on their faces, they clearly expressed their thoughts in their hearts.
As the endless long arcs charged through the sky of Eastern Wastelands and closed in on Su Ming, the golden-robed Di Tian suddenly laughed loudly. As he laughed, the sullen look on his face gradually disappeared. Instead, he calmly took a step towards Su Ming.
"You … are a person who is about to die. What right do you have to speak to me in this manner?" At that moment, the golden-robed Di Tian's entire body might have been surrounded by the black smoke of the Curse, but as golden light shone on his body, an awe-inspiring look appeared on his face, and as he took that one step forward, a booming presence erupted from his body. That presence grew stronger as the golden light spread out from his entire body.
The presence that belonged to the three Sovereigns and five Emperors, which the tens of thousands of Immortals in the area were familiar with, also appeared on his body.
"Based on … the fact that I killed one of your clones outside the Shamans' sacred mountain in South Morning many years ago! A moment ago, I killed another of your clones in this world! " Su Ming's words were calm. When Di Tian took a step forward, he too took a step forward. There might still be a thousand feet between the two of them, but as the two of them took a step forward at the same time, an invisible wave of impact erupted from their bodies, and they even went up against each other with loud bangs.
From the distance, this scene looked like an illusion. As Di Tian's golden light filled the area, it looked as if half of the world had been dyed in gold. Within that gold was the illusion of a five-clawed golden dragon, and as it roared at Su Ming, it charged forward with the golden light.
As for Su Ming, he swung his arm, and black smoke that surged into the sky immediately spread out from the right hand of his statue of the God of Berserkers beneath his feet. That black smoke was like a Curse, and as it surrounded the entire area, the statue lifted its right hand swiftly after Su Ming left. It clenched its fist, and with a savage presence, it hurled a punch towards the golden dragon.
Both sides crashed into each other in the span of a breath, and a loud bang that surged into the sky reverberated in all directions. At that instant, Su Ming took another step forward.
"I, Su Ming, can destroy two of your clones …" Su Ming's voice traveled forth. At the same time he said these words, he took a step forward, causing the air to rumble. Di Tian could clearly sense the power of the world in the area swiftly surging towards him when Su Ming's foot landed, as if the world was under his control.
This was the might of a Berserker in the Berserker Soul Realm. They could control the power of the world. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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