It's just a step away from reaching the full level of Level 15.
Turning his head, Lear saw the five squadrons of Cold-blooded Cavalry kneeling on one knee before him simultaneously.
"Sovereign!"
Their voices were uniform, filled with a ferocity and dominance that could swallow mountains and rivers.
This was the ace unit of Weilu City!
Lear's spirits soared.
Good, good, good!
He was eagerly anticipating the moment when all the Cold-blooded Cavalry completed their transformation, feeling an impulse to personally lead the army in a charge against the enemy formations.
With thousands of heavy cavalry charging simultaneously, he couldn't imagine the terrifying oppression the enemy must feel.
However, so much flesh and blood had only transformed into five squadrons... there are still 3,200 people waiting.
His lips twitched slightly, and his enthusiasm diminished considerably.
There was still a long way to go to achieve this beautiful wish.
