Blood was suddenly scattered forward, and the ten candles in front of him instantly stretched into ten human figures, standing before Haotian.
Each figure radiated a sinister, terrifying power, far beyond what those four brothers from before could compare to.
"Young Master!" The ten of them shouted in unison, their momentum towering, like a professionally trained army—neat and disciplined.
"You ten were once generals of great renown in my Demon Clan, and you rendered glorious service in our conquest of the human lands. You should have been settled in the Demon Tomb and worshiped there, but now, in order to undo the seal on the Hidden Gate, I have no choice but to summon you again. I hope you will not hold this against me." Haotian spoke slowly, soothing the emotions of the ten before him.
