"Saint Yun, thank you, thank you..."
Seeing Li Qingyun deliberately slow down, Peng Mo heaved a great sigh of relief and was immensely grateful.
Yet that gratitude of theirs would last only a moment before being tossed to the back of their mind.
Thus, the four-man formation became Ye Chenji at the spearhead, Ku Ming slightly behind, with Li Qingyun and Peng Mo trailing at the rear.
"Fellow Daoist Li is unexpectedly softhearted—truly rare! But in a situation like this, where we are fleeing for our lives, it is a grave mistake!" Ye Chenji looked back at Li Qingyun and at Hongyun and the Eternal Light Starcraft gradually catching up from behind.
His heart hardened. He was about to call Ku Ming to drift away at full speed and break up this temporary team.
But Li Qingyun behind them seemed to sense something and sent a voice transmission. "Fellow Daoist Ye, Fellow Daoist Ku, the other side has only three little brats. If we join forces with Hongyun, we may not be unable to fight!"
Ku Ming immediately objected, saying in terror, "Fellow Daoist Li, you have never faced those little brats before. Their cultivation may be nothing special, but they possess Eternal Bodies. We simply cannot kill them. Even Heaven-Opening Supreme Treasures can only injure them, and they can recover from such injuries in an instant with a single breath!"
"The most terrifying thing is that their Eternal treasures can sever our Eternal Bones..."
"Fellow Daoist Li, you must think this through!" Upon hearing this, Ye Chenji immediately drew out the last words meaningfully, his gaze passing over the burden that was Peng Mo.
The meaning was already clear: he was urging Li Qingyun to abandon Peng Mo so the three of them could flee at full speed.
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