Passing through the desolate city, the group witnessed its fading afterglow.
The white buildings, each with its own distinctive style, and the traces of history left behind displayed the once brilliant culture of the Faceless Ones.
After walking more than ten kilometers, a vast plaza appeared before the five of them.
A hundred-meter-tall statue stood in the center of the plaza a thousand meters away. Two pairs of arms held up a massive stone, a pair of white wings spread open behind it, its head hung low, and a cocoon of light had formed between its horns.
"Pop—"
The soul-piercing soundwave struck them. Velin had to support Kyle just to remain standing.
What followed was a surge of Faceless Ones from underground. Compared to the Five-Faced Ones that had attacked them when they first entered the city, these Faceless Ones were more like an army and had mutated to a certain extent.
With two pairs of arms, a pair of horns, and a pair of fleshy wings, they resembled the stone statue in the center of the plaza far more than the Faceless Ones they had encountered before.
"Pop—"
The signal to attack sounded, and tens of thousands of Faceless Ones advanced in orderly ranks.
Gerrard remained calm. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he took out a Priest Scepter.
"Three Thousand Soldiers."
As Gerrard's words fell, light flashed and gathered together, condensing into knights of light. They formed a battle formation and arrayed themselves at the front.
Three thousand knights of light, each no weaker than himself—Velin finally saw clearly the strength possessed by a High-level Legendary.
Above the statue, the cocoon of light released a white radiance that enveloped the Faceless army.
The weaker Faceless Ones were devoured by the stronger ones. Within Velin's field of vision, it looked more