The thick cotton robe Luo Ying had given Ye Tian fell from his body to the ground. With a slight stir of thought, his figure slowly floated up, flying from the lofty city wall into the air.
His white Daoist robe billowed in midair, his long hair scattering and moving without wind. An ancient, weathered aura gradually spread from within Ye Tian, echoing through the heavens.
This terrifying aura actually suppressed, for a moment, even the fierce momentum of the battle raging across the plain below!
"Rumble!"
As Ye Tian's aura grew increasingly powerful, a roar began to rise through the sky, drawing nearer from afar!
Luo Ying and the remnants under her command on the city wall stared in stunned disbelief. Below, more and more people began to notice the commotion here!
"It's Ye Tian!"
"What cultivation is this!?"
People began raising their heads and shouting one after another!
Most of the Gu Mu troops were not particularly familiar with Ye Tian. All they knew was that he had saved the commander of the Flying Swallow Camp several times and possessed considerable strength.
Now, seeing Ye Tian standing high in the void and emanating an unprecedentedly terrifying aura, they felt a measure of exhilaration.
Yet everyone's thoughts were much the same as Luo Ying's. They believed that even if Ye Tian was powerful, he could not alter the final outcome of the battle.
This included Xie Chongguang, who had noticed Ye Tian from the very beginning.
Naturally, he too believed that even if Ye Tian was stronger than he had previously judged, it was impossible for him to drive back the Cang Wu Kingdom army.
But in Xie Chongguang's eyes, since Ye Tian had stepped forward, he had at least fulfilled the promise between them!
"Fellow Daoist Ye Tian,