Yan Chihuo's complexion shifted from ashen white to snow white. Though this could not prove that his injuries had healed, it was at least a sign that they had been contained. How could Ji Song not be worried?
Yan Chihuo had now noticed that his magical power was no longer being depleted. That was a promising sign. He swallowed several more spirit pills in succession, and magical power once again flowed into his dantian.
Yan Chihuo knew that his injuries were now under control, but he did not attack at once, instead continuing to hasten the recovery of his magical power. Though Ji Song had not attacked, proving his injuries were severe, that did not mean Yan Chihuo could take his life with a casual blow.
Yan Chihuo was not only injured, but had also expended a great deal of magical power. Let alone a casual strike from Ji Song—even an autonomous attack from that transformed spirit treasure would have been more than he could endure. Ji Song, however, had suffered immense damage to his soul, while his magical power remained unharmed. Though he could not attack, his magical power could naturally protect him against an enemy's attacks.
Just as Yan Chihuo's magical power steadily recovered, giving him the confidence to launch a full-force strike and slay his foe, an Escape Light flew over from afar.
The Escape Light halted nearby in midair, revealing a flying boat. The moment Yan Chihuo saw it, his heart sank. He had seen this flying boat before—it was the very one Ji Song had prepared to take people away in. Clearly, the Qilin Family had arrived.
Ji Song was overjoyed at the sight and shouted, "Come save me! Capture that man!"
As soon as the words fell, the Black Qilin and Ji Kong's group