The metal staff slammed heavily on the floor beneath his feet, accompanied by a dull knocking sound, and circles of shock waves spread out.

The same sound rang out one after another, and layer after layer of semicircular shields quickly enveloped everyone.

In the blink of an eye, seven layers of protective shield were put on.

Others also used their own strength to strengthen their protection.

Emerald green life force flowed, pitch-black shadows permeated, brilliant golden light shone, and a metallic shield wall rose. Layer upon layer of protection enveloped everyone, like an impenetrable fortress.

"Crack!"

The sound of breaking glass came from the air, mixed with the sound of shaking iron chains.

The faceless man who was originally hanging in the air began to shake violently, and the iron chains made a "clang" sound.

The sound of breaking glass became more and more frequent, as if countless cracks were spreading wantonly in space.

There was another "click".

In an instant, the space was filled with dense fragments, as if these fragments had suddenly appeared out of thin air.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp cracking sound.

A faceless man's white head crashed through space, and a large amount of space fragments like glass shards fell down with a "clatter".

As this glass-like illusion of space shattered, the space of the entire area seemed to be transferred to an open area.

Everyone came to a flat wilderness, but the scene here was far more terrifying and gloomy than they had imagined.

The lead-gray clouds seemed to be swallowing up the horizon, and the endless wasteland was condensed with darkness as thick as asphalt.

"What's that sound?" Lisa Lisa couldn't help but cover her ears and shouted.

There was a sharp sound, as if needles were piercing the eardrum.

Wei'er and others frowned.

Swade and the others were tortured by the painful sound and screamed loudly, falling to the ground one after another.

The black earth surged like boiling asphalt, and one snow-white arm after another stretched out from the ground.

There were faceless men one after another, and they seemed to be covered with a layer of snow-white skin with skin-like folds.

They have no toes, no body hair, no sexual organs, and even no facial features.

These faceless men climbed out from underground one after another.

However, all the faceless men who tried to crawl out of the ground seemed to be stuck by something and could never completely break free, just like weeds struggling in the soil but unable to break through.

The shrill sound was like an inaudible and strange ballad, coming from all directions.

Three clusters of blood flames were the first to penetrate the mist, like peeling off the ribs of rotten meat, tearing the horrifying blood-red night into jagged cracks.

Figures emerged from the flames.

The first to appear were the hunched, defective Faceless Men, their elbows moving in a spastic rhythm, and clusters of grape-like cysts wriggling beneath their grayish-white skin.

These faceless men are free. They crawl strangely towards the direction where everyone is, through the white "grass" made up of their own kind.

Three hundred? Five hundred? As more and more Faceless Ones emerged from the bloody flames, jostling each other, tar-like shadows began to multiply across the wasteland.

Each shadow seemed to give birth to more misshapen outlines, until the horizon was submerged in a tidal wave of white figures.

Suddenly, the three pillars of blood flames collapsed into upright pupils in an instant.

A strong pressure from the life level came down overwhelmingly.

Wei'er and the others held their breath, they clearly felt the suppression from the level.

"There are more than one legends." Jondalen said through gritted teeth.

If they faced a single legendary creature, they might be able to deal with it, but if there were multiple of them, they would be powerless to resist.

A giant creature, twice as tall as its peers, strode heavily out of the ashes, its bones cracking beneath its skin like wet wood.

The left one has seven vertebrae growing from its shoulder blade, with beads hanging from the end that look like a rosary made of tiny baby teeth.

The one in the middle had its abdominal cavity split into four parts, and the surface of the exposed organs was covered with blinking eyes.

The one on the right had its knees bent in the opposite direction, and every step it took left behind a frosty footprint that was oozing with pus and blood.

The whispering sounds they make are like spiders laying eggs inside the human skull, bringing an indescribable sense of horror.

It was not a language humans could understand, but a superposition of countless tones—the rustle of slugs crawling over rust, the gurgling in the trachea of a drowning man, the scraping click of crustacean limbs, and a strange vibration that was similar to the human throat sound but with three more scales.

The moment these strange sounds hit the air, they condensed into black flocs, drifting down upon the Faceless Legion, causing their cysts to burst and extend more tiny arms. Blood flames began to corrode the very fabric of reality.

The moonlight was corroded into honeycomb-like holes, the gravel melted into gelatin under the soles of the boots, and even fear itself seemed to have a sticky texture in this strange realm.

The three rulers raised their pale, columnar "necks" that were segmented like snakes, and a cross-shaped crack slowly appeared on the front of their skulls, revealing a swirling black, orange, and red vortex inside.

All the Faceless Men stopped instantly. The only sounds left on the wasteland were the roar of the vortex swallowing matter and the echoes like the movement of flesh and blood stars in another world.

All the Faceless Men turned their heads to look at Weir and the others.

This invisible pressure almost made everyone breathless.

That face without any facial features now seemed to have huge eyes, which made people shudder.

"12, 13...14."

Weir shuddered as she spoke the numbers.

What she was referring to was the levels of the three terrifying beings she saw through their special identification abilities.

This time, everyone fell into real despair.

They took out their communication panels almost at the same time, suppressed the horror and trembling in their hearts, and began to write down information and last words on the channel.

[Vir: Popot, you are like my mother. I love you.]

【Popot:? 】

[Popot: Aren't you on a mission? Where are you? Why is it on the map...]

At this moment, Wei'er no longer had the mood or energy to check the messages in the channel.

The three huge and terrifying rulers lowered their heads, and the swirling lines in each head seemed to suck away everyone's souls.

The extremely strong suppressing force made everyone unable to move.

This is not only the powerful strength of the three legendary creatures, but also the mental oppression brought by this strange space.

Although Swade and others did not feel dizzy, they could only kneel on the ground with their heads down, not even daring to think of looking up.

They trembled as if they had lost the ability to think.

"Interesting creature." said the ruler on the left.

"The world's wailing work." The ruler on the right spoke.

"Link my will and become us." The ruler in the middle extended the "invitation".

Despite facing extremely strong psychological pressure, everyone did not give in.

Wei'er opened her mouth with all her might, and squeezed out a sound from between her teeth, almost gritting her teeth: "Fuck you!"

"The leader will avenge us!" Tyr gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with determination.

"You will turn into corpses and become part of the world." Jondalen said coldly.

"Sister..." Angel seemed to have his thoughts drifted elsewhere at this critical moment.

Bi'an threw his dagger directly at the enemy.

"Resistance? Incomprehensible." The three rulers spoke at the same time, which brought a new mental pressure, as if declaring that they could not be disobeyed.

In an instant, the five people's mouths seemed to be sealed, disappeared, and no sound could be uttered anymore.

At this moment, the communication panel suddenly floated in front of Weier.

[Kana: Turn on the portable personal teleportation beacon.]

However, Wei'er had no intention of doing so.

There were three legendary creatures before him, two of whom were even more powerful than Kana.

Besides, there are countless powerful monsters all over the mountains. This place is undoubtedly the enemy's lair.

She knew that doing so would implicate Kana.

She would be a sinner.

【Kana: Believe me.】

When these three words appeared before their eyes, it was as if a ray of hope penetrated the darkness, and the pressure on everyone's hearts was relieved a little.

"Your death has come!"

Weier roared, pulled out the teleportation array from her space waist bag, and threw it out with force. (End of this chapter)

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