'I am the God of Berserkers!' Su Ming lifted his head and said these words quietly in his heart.
At the instant they echoed in his heart, the presence of those descending appeared once again within the Runes in the sky. Those presences came from new Immortals, and they were coming from their distant land.
It was also at that moment that the rainbows beyond the two Runes increased, and the distortions also became even more violent. Sounds of something being ripped apart shook the sky and earth, and there seemed to be a faint voice roaring continuously towards the ground from those distortions.
"God of Berserkers!" If anyone listened closely, they would be able to tell vaguely that those roars were crying out these three words!!
Su Ming's statue of the God of Berserkers appeared instantly before him. The torso that had no head and only two arms was exuding an endless mighty pressure. Under that pressure, Su Ming's eyes shone with a brilliant light that surged into the sky.
