"Now you know exactly with what I am threatening you with. " Su Ming’s words were freezing when he spoke slowly.
The old woman’s expression changed rapidly, and she instinctively took a few steps back under that force. Her pupils shrank. As she stared at Su Ming’s right index finger, she sucked in a deep breath.
"The power of the God of Berserkers…"
The power only appeared for a brief moment, then disappeared without a trace. It almost felt as if had never even been there. The strand of hair on Su Ming’s right index finger stopped burning.
