Su Ming stood in the galaxy and stared at the group heading into the distance with an aloof expression. As the space behind him distorted, around a dozen people walked out.
Among them was Xu Hui, the nine old Frail Darknesses, as well as six old men with complicated expressions. One of them was an old man with a purplish black face. The mighty pressure spreading out from his body was the thickest, and it was on par with the Almighty in Life Realm from True Sacred Yin Realm. It was clear that he was someone with the same status in the camp that belonged to the forces of power from True Morning Dao World as the middle-aged man from True Sacred Yin World.
"Greetings, Your Highness! We welcome you back!"
