Neither the Heaven-Piercing Demon-Burning Feathers nor the Imperial Star's Brilliance could stop this sword.
As the sword light flashed—
Yinghuo lowered its head and saw that a section of its left wing was already gone.
That small piece of wing flew out and lodged itself in Xianxian's trunk, still trembling violently.
At first, Yinghuo did not feel any pain, as though it had merely gone numb.
But the next instant, overwhelming agony swept over it, twisting its face on the spot.
"Go!"
It had no time to feel the pain, because the Blood Yi Ghost King sneered and charged in once more!
Yinghuo retreated, shielding Miaomiao.
Miaomiao had awakened as well.
Together, they frantically unleashed their abilities. They finally forced the Blood Yi Ghost King back for a moment and barely clung to life.
"Chicken Bro, your wing..."
Miaomiao froze. Crystal tears spilled from its eyes, and even its chin was trembling.
"What are you crying for? A manly cat does not shed tears lightly. Don't be so moved!"
Yinghuo bared its teeth in pain, yet still puffed out its chest. Its eyes were blood-red as it spoke with unyielding bravado.
"No, I just think that when you spread your wings, they're no longer symmetrical. It makes me feel awful just looking at them," Miaomiao said mournfully.
"Damn it!" Yinghuo did not know whether to laugh or cry.
It raised its injured wing, only for something even more maddening to happen.
"Fuck, I can't touch my head anymore! How am I supposed to style my feathers from now on?"
"Damn this thieving heavens! Big-Mouth Freak, I'll fight you to the death! Aaah!!"
Yinghuo was so furious it was about to explode.
If they could survive, perhaps there would still be a chance to reattach that severed piece of wing.
But