Only after seeing Li Qing die did Ye Yun let out a slight sigh of relief.
Li Qing truly understood the times better than Zhao Qianhe did; he knew Ye Yun could not possibly spare them.
Thus, he had immediately made his decision, intending to use Zhao Qianhe to hold Ye Yun back and buy himself time to escape.
Unfortunately, there was nothing wrong with his plan, but he had not anticipated that speed was one of Ye Yun's strengths.
Walking over, Ye Yun searched Li Qing's corpse and found a blue-black Storage Bag.
He did not hurriedly inspect the contents of the Storage Bag. Instead, he threw a punch through the air.
An icy-blue fist force shot out and struck the ground nearby, kicking up a wave of dust.
A pit roughly three zhang wide appeared in the ground.
Ye Yun kicked Li Qing's corpse, sending it into the pit.
Then, with a fierce stomp, the soil around the pit instantly collapsed, completely burying Li Qing's body.
After doing all this, Ye Yun let out a soft sigh before turning toward the Spirit Source Beast's corpse.
There had been no grudge between him and Li Qing. He had killed Li Qing merely because they stood on different sides.
Ye Yun had only done this to put his own heart at ease.
He hoped that if he one day fell, the person who killed him would bury his body rather than leave it to be devoured by wild beasts.
Of course, Ye Yun would never allow that day to come, but the martial path was fraught with countless trials.
The sky could unleash storms without warning, and fortune and misfortune could descend upon a person overnight.
All he could do was continuously raise his strength.
When facing any enemy, he