1579. Faces

The hooded cultivator had taken care of the assault in no time. Two attacks had been enough to kill all the invaders and clean up the battlefield.

"Who exactly is he?" Noah asked while his mental waves spread through the destroyed battlefield to study the nature of the expert's attack.

Noah knew that the Legion had other leaders among the Immortal Lands. The hooded expert was clearly one of them, but he seemed to be more special than most hybrids.

His mental waves didn't manage to understand much. The expert had an unclear cultivation level, but it was high enough to confuse Noah's senses. Yet, Noah could see that mental energy still lingered both in the sky and on the ground.

'They were spells,' Noah concluded in his mind.

The hooded expert had used spells with two different elements. He wasn't like Jordan, who could spit flames even if she had a wind aptitude.