The sight of Di Tian changing the sky with just a swing of his sleeve fell into the red-haired Su Ming’s eyes and great bitterness appeared on his face.
‘So his power has already reached this level..? This is the power equivalent to that of a Lord of World Plane… But even so, I won’t give up, so what if he’s a Lord of World Plane?!’
The red-haired Su Ming sucked in a deep breath and forced down the bitterness in his heart. A determined look appeared on his face.
He did not bother himself with Di Tian casting his Art. Instead, he took a step towards the ground and landed on the land several tens of thousands away. The earth was soft, and since it lost some of its soul, Su Ming felt as if he was stepping on mud once he landed, and half of his body sank into the soil.
He chose to sit down cross-legged. Placing his hands on the earth beside him, he closed his eyes, and mumbling sounds started falling off his lips.
