Meanwhile, though the people of Flore had many mages, the quality was inconsistent. Only a very few of them could pose a threat to Ye Yinzhu and his companions. So what if their magic was bombarding them? The ones by his side were the elite warriors from the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, each at least at the peak of Green rank Douqi. Such widespread mid to low-level magic carpet bombing attacks would not easily break through his companions' defenses.
Just as Ye Yinzhu was pondering these thoughts, Giant Ming gave him a big surprise. With his arms suddenly thrusting into the ground, a layer of milky white light mixed with a deep yellow shone crazily out of Ming, continuously merging into the ground.
