Battle!

Su Ming's pupils shrank. Those nine black bone spikes that were charging swiftly towards him were not the only things that worried him. The large bone blade in Si Ma Xin's hands also gave him a sense of danger, and it was even greater than from the spikes!

The air behind the nine bone spikes seemed to have been torn apart, and it was rotting away, turning into a layer of darkness. A chilling, murderous aura also came crashing into Su Ming's face, as if the blade had brought the second God of Berserkers' grudge and madness through the passages of time before him.

Si Ma Xin's change in appearance and his withered body had entered Su Ming's eyes, causing him to be able to understand after just one glance that these God of Berserkers' bone spikes were incredibly difficult to control, and even Si Ma Xin did not have complete mastery over them. This could practically be said to be a double-edged sword!