Poison Corpse and Clone

‘Di Tian’s projection should have disappeared under the power of the God of Berserkers… But his clone is already so powerful. If he sends another one or comes himself…’ Su Ming sat down cross-legged in his cave abode, and when he remembered what happened half a year ago, a dark look settled on his face.

‘But if he has such power, then why am I so important to him..? Is there a secret on me or perhaps in Di Tian’s heart?’ Su Ming had been thinking about this question for a very long time, but he still had not found a complete answer.

"Fei Er…" Su Ming said softly. At the same time he said those two words, while there was no grief in his divine sense, but sorrow rose within his heart and body uncontrollably.

He closed his eyes. When he opened them after some time, anguish surfaced in them.