Although he had accepted some benefits, it was clear that his own life was far more important.
The main issue was that the Qinghe Sect was too reckless.
They slaughtered everywhere, offering no path of survival.
"Junior Chen, has the sect given you any treasure? Bring it all out. If we can shake off that Tier Three Spiritual Ship behind us, at least we can catch our breath, otherwise, my True Essence won't hold out for long!" Ye Jingcheng said with much difficulty.
Hearing this, Chen Yan's face also showed a pained expression.
Yet, he resolutely pulled out a palm-sized Spirit Talisman.
"This Spirit Talisman is a Tier Three Middle Grade Talisman called 'Gale Across Ten Thousand Miles.' I hope Martial Uncle will do his utmost to shake off those behind us!"
As the talisman adhered to the Spiritual Ship, it indeed moved as if riding the wind, speeding up tremendously.
Finally, they managed to distance themselves from the Tier Three Spiritual Ship behind.
