"True. Weapons aren't living things. Even if the Black Blade could store Haki, its mechanism might not be the same as a person's. But if it was understood as something like a Homies, it should naturally be able to sense targets with powerful souls."
Having figured that out, Mousse was relieved enough to let Huo Lisha stay by his side to protect him. At the same time, he concentrated all of his enhancement of Amon on strength. That way, even if it was struck again, it would not be knocked back hard enough to crash into Mousse. Then he cautiously approached the Martial God Temple once more.
But this time, the Martial God's weapon did not attack again. It not only refrained from attacking Mousse, but did not attack Huo Lisha beside him either.
Mousse could not help wondering whether, after more than eight hundred years of depletion, the Haki stored within it had finally run out.
But after falling into the illusion once more, Mousse knew he had been overthinking it. If it could still unleash such fierce slashes after more than eight hundred years, how could it have happened to run dry just as he arrived?
It probably only attacked the same target once, which explained why it had not attacked Mousse. As for Huo Lisha, her soul was most likely not strong enough to draw the attention of that sentient halberd.
Yet her neither-here-nor-there level was actually the safest. If she had been weaker, like an ordinary civilian, merely approaching that vicious weapon would have affected her sanity. The fact that even the temple's construction had failed to stop the surrounding region from declining into desolation was powerful proof of that.
Perhaps because he had already entered once and was mentally prepared, Mousse watched the Martial God's