Jiang Qiang's body fell rapidly simultaneously.
"Huh?!"
He forgot that the air was devoid of spiritual energy. Devoid of spiritual energy!
Without spiritual energy, how can the control device tactic mobilize nature's spiritual energy for flight?
Seeing the ground beneath him rapidly approaching, falling from this height could either kill him, or at the very least break his bones and fracture his tendons. Perhaps he will be the first cultivator to break his leg upon entering Nanxun, making a crude joke of himself.
Jiang Qiang shouted, and with the veins on his forehead bulging, he cast out spiritual energy to infuse into the flying sword.
Forcibly using his own spiritual energy, he managed to control the flying sword.
The sword flashed, barely supporting his body before he hit the ground, he slid down rapidly. Finally, he used his foot to brake hard and stop himself from falling any further towards the edge of the cliff.
"Huff——"
