Its bone wing plunged deep into the floor like a flag steeped in humiliation. The Bone Bird could hear the scalp-numbing scrape of the blade against bone. Its prideful wing had been effortlessly severed in an instant, and blood sprayed out like a fountain.
Screech!
The Bone Bird let out a long, miserable cry. It was enraged!
Fury churned in its eyes as it flapped its remaining wing and burst from the Black Mist. Its sharp talons, like life-reaping sickles, lashed toward the saber-wielding youth opposite it.
Boom!
A flash of blade light.
Something huge crashed to the ground, splashing green fluid everywhere.
The Bone Bird's talons had been severed as well.
The talons flew away in an arc, tracing a graceful curve through the air before landing precisely in a nearby trash can, tossed in like a useless wad of paper.
After cutting off its talons, Fang Yi listened to its shrill, ear-piercing screech without continuing. He merely raised a brow at it, as though silently gesturing: Come again.
The Bone Bird lunged again. This slash took its other wing.
The next slash took its other talon.
The slash after that...
From beginning to end, Fang Yi maintained an unhurried rhythm as he swung his blade. Each time, he waited for the Bone Bird to attack him before moving. One slash at a time, one part at a time. He was like an elegant dancer, savoring the pleasure of slaughter within this dance known as one-sided domination.
The Pioneers drew sharp breaths at the sight, feeling chilled from head to toe.
It felt... as though every one of Undertaker's slashes had been precisely calculated. From left to right, from outside to inside, every time he cut off something, his next strike would land on the symmetrical position on the