A silver long spindle rose from Mo Fenghua's hand, instantly blocking the power of the Talisman, but when he looked down again, he found that Yao Jingfeng had already vanished.
Only a Flying Boat breaking through the sky could still be seen above the distant dense forest.
Seeing the speed of this Flying Boat, a gleam of excitement flashed in his eyes.
Good stuff!
I want it!
With this thought, he leaped into the air, and the silver long spindle immediately transformed into a Flying Boat, following closely as it chased after Ji Yuan.
"Old... old fourth, this is my last Water Bomb. Put me down, you escape."
At this moment, Yao Jingfeng was no longer as high-spirited as before, and was even speaking while coughing up blood.
Ji Yuan accepted the Water Bomb from his hand but did not put him down. Instead, he turned to glance back.
A streak of silver light was rapidly approaching.
'Damn it!'
'How can this guy's Flying Boat be so fast too!'
