Watching the thundering army advancing towards him, Jeremy's expression grew tense.
What must come, always will.
Although the over two hundred soldiers before him didn't all surpass level fifty like Connor and her team, they were no less formidable.
These were the elite troops chosen for the night's assault on the Lord's Manor, and their levels were not to be underestimated.
Among these two hundred soldiers, more than half were around level forty-eight or forty-nine. The rest, akin to Black Tiger David, had reached level fifty but had barely missed the mark of passing the trial, thus could only be considered quasi-awakened professionals.
Of course, these levels referred to the ordinary soldiers. Their commanders, without exception, were already profession-awakened experts.
Not to mention Hank, a true powerhouse at level sixty-nine, standing on the brink of Transcendental Awakening.
