As the voices of the thirteen old men echoed in the underground palace, the gray fog on their bodies started tumbling about. It originally served the purpose of providing shade from the sun, but that moment, when Su Ming lifted his hand to swing at it, booming sounds rang out.
"Those who believe in me will obtain the protection of the Ecang galaxies that I, Su, possess," Su Ming stated flatly. As he swung his arm, the noise from the fog reached its peak, but soon, the sound disappeared.
The fog dispersed to reveal thirteen skeletal old men prostrating themselves on the ground. They might only be skin and bones, but there was a presence within them that made it seem as if there was a windstorm contained within them.
"Thank you for granting us a new life, Progenitor!"
The thirteen old men's faces were filled with zeal. The purple flames in their eyes burned furiously, and once they replaced their pupils, their eyes turned purple.
