The land of Berserkers trembled. Without the Dead Sea, huge cracks swiftly appeared on the ground. They intersected with each other, but unlike the edges, the internal part did not crumble.
As the ground trembled viciously, flights of stairs appeared on the edges of the ground, as if the ground was slowly rising once it split up.
The sky shattered completely, and Su Ming could see the muddled air of Yin Death Vortex, located right outside their world. Su Ming stood in midair, and when he lifted his arms, his hair danced, his robes fluttered, and a brilliant light shone in his eyes.
"With my will of a True World…"
When Su Ming's voice echoed in the air, the Berserkers' world shuddered. The True World's presence filled the entire world, as if it had truly turned into a hand that seized the Berserkers' world and was slowly lifting it up into the air.
