The Spiritual Ship was still advancing, and for Chen Yan, he clearly wouldn't allow the Spiritual Ship to stop.
Even if the situation was urgent.
At this moment, it coincided with the sunset arriving once again, its yellow light shining on the deck of the Spiritual Ship, also illuminating the bodies of several blood-soaked individuals.
Making them appear even more miserable and blood-stained.
These were placed inside the Spirit Beast Bag, with their two hands completely severed; Ye Jingcheng's Divine Sense swept over and discovered that even their Qi Sea was completely shattered.
Having turned from a Qi Cultivation Cultivator into a cripple.
Some even lost their consciousness, akin to a lump of rotting flesh, put inside the Spirit Beast Bag.
Not even able to commit suicide, their minds fed with Spirit Medicine.
At this moment, Ye Jingcheng had a bad premonition.
He suddenly realized they had overlooked the most crucial aspect.
Which was the purpose of the Qinghe Sect.
