After wiping out a small phalanx, Wyatt Barnes promptly retreated, making way for the various large and small phalanxes rushing to support.
Subsequently, Wyatt began to leverage his speed advantage, maneuvering around the various phalanxes. These soldiers had no chance of touching him.
Wyatt's current speed was comparable to a martial artist in the early Great Saint Realm; these soldiers couldn't catch up with him.
Under such circumstances, Wyatt repeated his strategy, breaking through the remaining phalanxes one by one.
After spending most of the day, he finally broke through all the phalanxes.
"Finally passed."
Although Wyatt successfully passed the eighth checkpoint's test, he was drenched in sweat, his tensed nerves finally relaxing.
Just now, facing the onslaught of phalanxes, he didn't dare to be distracted and had remained tense throughout.
"Huff~~"
"Huff~~ Huff~~ Huff~~"
