"Ethnic people!"

Summer Chen muttered in a low voice. In his mind, it seemed that there were countless faces roaring on the sky. One hundred and sixty-eight golden lights projected from one hundred and sixty-eight graves, reflecting the whole cemetery into golden.

Numerous roars filled Xia Chen's mind, which seemed chaotic and noisy, but Xia Chen felt very comfortable. At this moment, he finally realized the feeling of being recognized. He was recognized as a member of their clan by the 168 strong protoss. Otherwise, the remaining will of the 168 Protoss would not be able to protect his coming. Protect Xia Chen.

Countless golden lights converged into giants still...