Jiang Lang held a silver talisman in his hand, and with a flash of light, his speed suddenly surged, disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye.

"How many talismans does this kid have on him?"

Jiang Han's eyes showed a hint of confusion. If Jiang Lang was just a Yellow Rank Talisman Master, where did he get so many high-level talismans?

Just in the past few days, he must have used up hundreds, right?