1549 1549. Angrier

The four humanoid crackling figures surrounded Noah from every side. The whiteness radiated by their sparks was blinding, but their halo dimmed when it entered Noah's range.

'Even this might not be enough,' Noah calculated while studying his opponents.

Noah had a vague idea of how much energy he needed to complete the breakthroughs. He had kept track of his ambition's efforts, which gave him a general understanding of his requirements.

Still, he had to add a few variables to his math. Noah didn't only need to gather enough energy to establish his cultivation level in the eighth rank. He also had to make up for his drawbacks and keep in mind that his current status didn't reflect the actual breakthroughs.

'I guess I need to make them angrier,' Noah thought while his cold smile broadened.