And them? All together, they were but sixty people.
Without commanding the Army Soul Corps, Mortal Leading Level individuals stand no chance against Legendary beings.
What could they possibly fight with?
Moreover, it seems that the Pure White Kingdom, despite its considerable size, lasted only a few days under the calamity of the Red Mist before it fell.
Glasses Man was just about to say something when hurried footsteps approached from afar.
A bishop accompanied by a man and a woman, both Priests, quickly approached.
His gaze swept over the group and he nodded slightly, "So there are sixty of you in this batch, not bad. Heroic spirits, the Pure White Kingdom has paid a great price to summon you here for..."
The bishop NPC began his introduction.
The expressions on everyone's faces changed subtly, uncertain.
The good news was: they were not the only ancient heroic spirits. Before them, there had been twelve batches of heroic spirits, with varying numbers and strengths.
