Di Tian's clone was destroyed, and the servant he placed in the land of the Berserkers to keep track of Su Ming was also captured. All of this caused the fate predetermined for Su Ming to change drastically.
All of this was the source of the old man's fear. He knew many things, but it was precisely because he knew that he feared. The only thing he could rely on now was that Su Ming had still not found the memories that truly belonged to him.
"I have plenty of patience. If you don't want to say, it's fine by me." Su Ming tapped the old man's chest once again with two fingers. Immediately, rumbling sounds shot out from the old man's body, and vortexes could be seen emerging right under his skin.
As those vortexes spun, they started exploding, and whirlwinds shot out from the skin. That sort of pain caused huge beads of sweat to roll down the old man's skin as he trembled.
