But even then, they didn't seem particularly worried. They retreated a few steps back, and then, as Riven watched, two funeral undead stepped close to each other and combined into one.
Another two did the same thing, and another. All around, the funeral undead combined, reducing their numbers to sixteen in a blink.
Riven raised his brows. "Just what are you doing?" he muttered.
It became clear the next moment when Spartacus went after them. Each of their individual strengths had increased. When they ran now, they left behind shadows as their speed exploded.
Even Spartacus couldn't keep up and was only able to cut down the one that hadn't combined. His sword could only touch the shadows they left behind.
...
Up above, the faceless man watched everything intently. The green gem on his forehead shone with abnormal light. "Old bird, do you see what I'm seeing? That undead of his—he shouldn't be able to be like that. I'm actually feeling life force from it."
