The Purple Eye Cold Eagle flew down from the sky with a storage bag in its claws. As it descended, its enormous eagle body continuously shrank, quickly transforming into the figure of a cultivator before landing in front of Ye Jingcheng and Ye Jingfeng.
"Master, I cut down one of them, leaving only his Nascent Soul to flee. The other was even more useless—he just ran straight away." The Purple Eye Cold Eagle was still somewhat smug. Although it had been contracted by Ye Jingcheng, it believed that the Jade Scale Dragon deserved more than half the credit.
If it and its master had truly fought it out on the snowfield, it did not believe Ye Jingcheng could have handled it so easily.
Yet the next moment, it saw that Ye Jingcheng was holding another storage bag, along with a magic treasure.
Those clearly belonged to the Nascent Soul cultivator who had just fled. In an instant, its expression went blank.
It had not expected that the Nascent Soul cultivator had only pretended to flee toward Northern Cold Kingdom, while secretly slipping into Purple Cold Mountain.
There was no need to think about it. It knew the man had come for the Frost Condensing Yuan Fruit Tree.
Had Ye Jingcheng not been here, the other party might truly have succeeded.
"Master..." The Purple Eye Cold Eagle lowered its head, its eyes filled with gloom.
"Do you know why you ended up like this today?" Ye Jingcheng asked.
The Purple Eye Cold Eagle raised its hooked beak and looked at Ye Jingcheng, its eyes full of confusion.
"Because you have no force of your own!" Ye Jingcheng said directly.
"If you had countless Demon Kings and great demons spread throughout the area around Purple Cold Mountain, how could a Nascent Soul