When the second wave of Shamans charged over, many people did not expect that the hundred Berserkers behind Su Ming would rapidly retreat under Zi Che and Yan Bo’s lead.
Almost the moment they chose to retreat, displeasure instantly appeared on Zhou De’s face and he frowned.
As for the cold Tian Lan You, scorn appeared in her eyes, and she was just about to avert her gaze to no longer pay any attention to them when her pupils suddenly shrank.
Because she saw one person standing there even as all the other Berserkers retreated. He stood there, right in between the retreating Berserkers and the advancing Shamans. At that moment, this person was like a ravine between the sky and earth, separating the crowd of people who were advancing and retreating!
Su Ming did not retreat!
‘This is a performance. A bloody performance. Since you want to see it, since all of you want to see it, then there’s no need for so many people to die… I will perform for you!’
