The speed of gliding was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, Ye Yinzhu had already crossed the city moat. Below his feet, countless Flore soldiers held up their weapons, waiting for him to descend.
Ye Yinzhu smiled indifferently, waved his right hand lightly, and the Sword of Nox appeared in his grip. His left hand wielded Green Silk like a long whip, sending ripples of purple out from his hand, turning into rings of sharp blades that sliced through the enemies below. The moment he set foot on the ground, his entire being burst into motion, gliding across the terrain like a fish, rapidly advancing towards the location of those five hundred mages.
