Rows of soldier statues, looking grand from a distance.
Wyatt Barnes glanced over, immediately gauging the number of these soldier statues—at least a thousand.
"Is the test for the eighth checkpoint to destroy them?"
With doubts in his mind, Wyatt Barnes slowly approached the soldier formation ahead. The formation, composed of over a thousand soldier statues, brought a vague sense of oppression to Wyatt.
Wyatt couldn't find the words to describe this oppressive feeling.
Gradually, the distance between Wyatt and the soldier formation grew closer…
Five hundred meters.
Three hundred meters.
One hundred meters!
Just as the distance was a mere hundred meters from the soldier formation, Wyatt seemed to sense something. His brow furrowed slightly as he paused his advance.
At the same moment, Wyatt saw vividly that the soldier formation a hundred meters away appeared to come to life in an instant.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
...
Clack! Clack! Clack!
...
