Zhang Ping kept searching for the Firebird.
He moved from the edge of the lava sea toward its depths, gradually sinking beneath the molten surface before surging back out.
The Metallic Coating did not fear heat. The higher the temperature, the sharper it became.
At that moment, every edge and corner of Zhang Ping's body was deadly.
Several times, he locked onto the Firebird and swept out his palm to scoop her up.
His hand sliced through everything floating in the lava, but the Firebird slipped past it with her agile movements.
He even brushed against the "stick" she had been looking for.
A faint scratch appeared on the surface of the pitch-black stick.
Farther away, beneath the lava, a pair of golden eyes slowly opened as the scratch appeared.
In the lava,
the Firebird fled in terror.
She had never expected such a terrifying lava giant to be hiding there.
If she stayed in the lava sea, he would wear her down sooner or later. If she left, the giant would catch her. She was trapped between a rock and a hard place.
Then she sensed something stirring beneath the lava, and an even worse premonition gripped her.
Gritting her teeth, she burst out of the lava, only for a powerful force of Psychokinesis to freeze her in midair.
"Little flame bird, I finally caught you!"
Zhang Ping looked up at the little bird made of flame and grinned.
He had not expected the weapon made by the Beast-Taming Zhu Family to be so exquisite. Not only did it lack a solid form, it even looked like a little bird.
But just as he was about to draw the Firebird into his hand, the lava churned. A black staff shot out of it and blasted through the clouds