The singing and dancing were a delight!
Still, Lan Rou gave up on inviting Yang Tian to join them. He did not seem to like being dragged into the spotlight.
For almost four months, Yang Tian had continued training day after day.
Killing demons, cultivating, reading!
Today, he finally seemed to have broken through his bottleneck. Tempered by nine drops of spiritual power, the final drop formed at last, adding to his nine hundred and ninety-nine points of spiritual power.
One thousand points of internal spiritual power-the threshold of a level-four Grand Knight.
"At this rate, it'll take almost four months to gain a single level. I'll barely reach the fifth tier in two years!"
Yang Tian gave a helpless, rueful chuckle. Still, slow progress had its benefits: his spiritual power was more substantial than anyone else's.
Clang, clang, clang!
The Demon Race invaded again. By now, assembling for battle was second nature to Yang Tian.
"Battalion Commander Yang, we'll be counting on you to direct the battle!"
"Haha, that's right! Put the fear of us into those little demon bastards!"
Every warrior in the Thirteenth Battalion brimmed with confidence. After all, Yang Tian's command was truly outstanding.
Yang Tian smiled faintly. There was no helping it; he had only just reached level four.
Although he had no comfortable Spirit Gathering Array to assist his cultivation, this trial had made him feel thoroughly fulfilled.
Ordinary physical training could never compare to the battlefield.
Still, they had to remain on guard against attacks from the Luke Race.
Once everyone had assembled, Yang Tian and Zhao Rong stood side by side to direct the battle. Although Yang Tian was only at the fourth tier, a Guardian Knight's presence in a group battle was a safeguard for their lives and a pillar of