A flying boat tore through the sky, speeding toward the Ling Xiao Sect.
"Faster. Faster!"
A blood-covered man urged his companion beside him.
He kept turning his head to look behind them, wishing the flying boat could teleport back to the Ling Xiao Sect.
The Ling Xiao Sect disciple piloting the flying boat had a deathly pale face, but he still forced himself to hold on and said, "This is already the fastest we can go. If we keep pushing it, this Flowing Light Flying Boat will disintegrate in midair."
"Don't worry. I've used paper figures to draw them away. It'll take them at least half a day to catch up with us."
The man shook his head. "You don't understand. The Yunmeng Sect is no longer the Yunmeng Sect it used to be."
"Over the past month, Wan Tianhua has not only taken complete control of the sect, but has also somehow obtained secret medicines. Any disciple who takes one has practically seen their cultivation surge, turning them into raving madmen."
"I only escaped because several of my fellow disciples risked their lives to hold back the Yunmeng Sect's people."
"This intelligence concerns the survival of the sect. No matter what, we have to deliver it back to the Ling Xiao Sect."
Hearing this, the disciple piloting the flying boat realized how serious the situation was. He immediately stopped worrying about damaging the flying boat and poured every bit of his newly increased strength into it, regardless of the cost.
The flying boat cleaved through the air like a sword, and its speed surged dramatically.
But at that moment, the man suddenly sensed something and turned to look behind him.
What he saw made his face turn ashen. He roared, "They're here!"
Although it was broad daylight beneath a