One figure after another strode out from the gate, each emanating the aura of a Tier Six powerhouse. As the final figure emerged, the gate trembled violently, seemingly unable to bear his might.
The black mist dispersed, revealing twelve figures before Huo Lianshan—ten Dark Elves and two humans.
Huo Lianshan scanned the group. To him, all Dark Elves looked nearly identical, but the last Dark Elf to emerge was one he knew well.
"Lord Morost,"
Huo Lianshan bowed slightly.
Morost had dark skin, dark gold talismans like burning flames adorned his brow, waist-length black hair tied at the back, with strands of silver faintly visible, swaying with the night breeze as if recounting battles and changes over long ages. His deep purple eyes resembled poisoned purple crystals, striking fear into anyone he glanced at.
He was the leader of the First Battle Group of Dark Elves, and the first Dark Elf traitor to join the Slaanesh Evil God.
"Huo Lianshan, are your people ready?"
