Wherever he passed, short, sharp screams had barely risen before vanishing outside the vessel.
Watching the whistling afterimage rush toward them, these people threw caution to the wind and tried to block the attack first. Yet against that terrifying force that even the old woman surnamed He had found nearly impossible to resist, they crumpled at the first touch.
It was as if ants were trying to stop a charging elephant; they were instantly sent flying.
Under Li Yan's deliberate control, every cultivator was sent flying beyond the vessel's hull.
Even if someone deviated slightly, or relied on their own strength to forcibly twist their body around in midair, Li Yan would conveniently add another punch the instant he swept past them.
Either the blow struck directly, or a fist wind slammed into their body. At the same time, Li Yan would snatch away the storage ring on their hand.
Li Yan had not had the chance to take the storage ring from the old woman surnamed He earlier. At that time, aside from attacking with all his strength, he had not dared hold back in the slightest.
No matter how sturdy these people's defensive artifacts were, whether they could withstand Li Yan's impact or not—
Li Yan did not care about any of that. He was not trying to break through their defenses, nor was he trying to shatter their flesh and Nascent Souls to kill them.
He was using absolute strength to knock them away.
As long as he sent them outside the massive vessel, even if they did not die immediately, they would never be able to catch up again at the vessel's speed.
In the end, they could only die in the "Bone-Dissolving Wind."
However, in Li Yan's view, such a possibility did not exist. The