Of course, killing enemies with a flying sword—let alone flying on one—was certainly not as simple as this; for now, he could only fumble through and practice.
His Divine Sense was limited. In just this short moment, he had already consumed a tenth of it. Controlling the sword this way definitely wouldn't work; it drained his Divine Sense far too quickly.
Could it be that he didn't need to expend such a large amount of Divine Sense, as long as a mere thread of it wrapped around the sword blade? Zhao Yi's heart stirred, and he immediately reduced his Divine Sense output, releasing only a single strand to attach to the sword.
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