The hearts of the six hundred thousand cultivators trembled simultaneously when Su Ming's voice echoed in their ears. Their blood boiled strongly in their bodies the moment they saw Su Ming lift his right hand and point at the setting sun in the sky.
At that instant, the sun in the distance seemed to shudder, as if it had to submit to his will. From its initial frozen state, it gradually rose, and slowly, the setting sun turned into the crimson sun of the noon!
This scene stunned all the Berserkers. As their hearts were in shock, an indescribable excitement stirred up in them, and their fanaticism towards Su Ming reached its extreme, because they saw the strength of the God of Berserkers.
It was especially so for those who had never met Su Ming before. They had lived with the legends of the Gods of Berserkers for a thousand something years, and the Fourth God of Berserkers depicted there was matchless. He was the God of all Berserkers in the world.
