"Pill Master Yang! What do we do with these two?"
Kou Ta used his massive arms to grab Lin Daoyuan and Yue E over, and asked.
Yang Zhenshan looked at the two, pondered for a moment, then reached out to draw over the two ice coffins Duan Qiankun had left behind, put them inside, and tossed the coffins into his Storage Bag.
The two of them weren't dead yet; if he left them alone, there was no way they could survive here.
Since he had already decided to play the good guy to the end, he might as well put them in the ice coffins first and talk about it again after taking them out of here.
The chaotic brawl around them was still raging, with Spells flying over from time to time. Hong Fuxiu was constantly blocking the incoming attacks.
Yang Zhenshan only paused for a heartbeat, then continued flying toward the battlefield high in the sky.
