The drop was nearly twenty meters, and the soldiers' eyes were dazzled by the flickering torches... Unless a large group of people approached at once, it was impossible to see the ground clearly.
A single person like Qin Fang was even more difficult to spot. Fifty or sixty meters from the city wall, Qin Fang suddenly accelerated!
He unleashed his full power. His legs were like silent springs, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed the fifty or sixty meters to the base of the city wall.
He looked up. The soldiers on the wall had no intention of looking down. Instead, they were turned toward the area with a larger crowd, observing the situation there.
The next moment, Qin Fang pushed off with his legs again. His body shot high into the air, and in an instant, his right hand silently gripped the edge of the Haiman, leaving him hanging from the wall.
He listened closely and could hear the slightly hurried breathing and heartbeat of a soldier on the Haiman.
