"Just who are you?!" The old End Shaman whose face was filled with brown patches coughed up blood. As he retreated, he shouted loudly. His eyes were filled with red, and the shock in his heart could no longer be described with words.
'With just his pressure alone, he managed to force all four of us backwards and made our Qi run wild, injuring us. We can't even attack. He… Just what level of cultivation does he have?!'
The other three people's faces were pale, and the same thoughts were running through their heads. In their eyes, Su Ming had already far surpassed them in terms of level of cultivation. In fact, they did not even possess the right to retaliate under the pressure of just standing before him.
"Him? He's called Su Ming. He's the God of Berserkers. Can't you tell?" Yu Xuan said in a lively voice from the side. She had followed Su Ming to this place to play. At that moment, when she saw the Shamans' expressions, she felt incredibly elated.
