章 1192: Those Six Numbers!

"I am the God of Berserkers!" Su Ming lifted his head and stared at the sky. At that moment, his presence erupted with a bang from his body. His cultivation base swam swiftly through him, causing his long hair to float, and the red dragon he could not see let out a soundless roar. It then rushed to the sky as if it was doing so in the same dimension as Su Ming but performing this act an unknown number of years ago.

"Berserker!"

"Berserker!!"

"Berserker!!!"

The ten million illusory figures in the area cried out at that moment. Their voices fused with the dragon's roar, forming a shocking roar that Su Ming could not hear, but which made the pupils of the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe shrink again.