Right before Li Ping's eyes.
The hundred-zhang-tall divine bird of flame gave a mournful cry, then abruptly dispersed, revealing Xiao Yunzhi and the Blazing Sun Bird within its fiery glow.
Both woman and bird were utterly exhausted, unable even to remain airborne. They plummeted straight down. A free fall from several hundred zhang would certainly turn them into two heaps of mashed flesh when they struck the ground.
Naturally, Li Ping could not stand by and watch that happen.
Jia Yi and Jia Er became two streaks of light, flying toward the falling Xiao Yunzhi and Blazing Sun Bird respectively.
Li Ping himself accelerated, snatching the Storage Bags from the waists of Kun Hu's corpse and that of the triangular-faced foundation establishment late stage cultivator.
He left their bodies to fall to the ground.
To his regret, the Storage Bags belonging to the four foundation establishment middle stage cultivators had all been destroyed during the battle. Even most of their contents had been reduced to ashes.
Li Ping found only a few high-grade spirit materials that had escaped destruction.
Clutching the two Storage Bags, Li Ping slowly landed on a ridge. Jia Yi and Jia Er also landed before him, carrying Xiao Yunzhi and the Blazing Sun Bird respectively.
Seeing this, Li Ping did not rush to inspect the contents of the Storage Bags. Instead, he looked up at Xiao Yunzhi.
Although Xiao Yunzhi was exhausted, she had not lost consciousness. Held in Jia Yi's arms, she had seen Li Ping's actions clearly.
While ordering his puppets to save her and the Blazing Sun Bird, Fellow Daoist Yan had gone straight for the two demon cultivators' Storage Bags himself.
It seems those Storage Bags are far more important than I am to Fellow Daoist Yan. A strange thought suddenly surfaced