The grinding continued, and they moved forward at a slow pace. Whenever Seraph killed the masked men at the forefront, more would pour from the sides to replace them.
Even then, they still moved closer to the city.
Suddenly, as Seraph was about to behead a masked man before him, his senses screamed in alarm.
He forcefully changed the trajectory of his attack, bringing the sword to his side and crossing it with his spear.
Clang! Crack!
Something slammed into the crossed shield he created, almost snapping his wrists. His bones fractured, and he was thrown back fiercely.
Noel halted the horse so it wouldn't trample on the boy, then looked at the one who had attacked Seraph.
It was a masked man just like the rest, but his physique was heavier. He almost looked obese, with his arms as thick as Seraph's waist.
Noel's expression immediately hardened.
'This is an Initial Master Stage Cultivator. We can't beat him with our Core Advanced Stage Cultivator.'
