Botobai was knocked down and lost his fighting capability after two effective attacks.
However, he had not lost consciousness.
On one hand, his willpower was extraordinarily resilient. On the other, Moyu had deliberately held back.
That seemingly horrifying scene of blood spraying everywhere was actually far less damaging than the punch Moyu had landed on Botobai earlier.
The reason he had slashed Botobai so many times at the end of the fight was merely to implant Black Mycelium into Botobai's body and use the multiple wounds to accelerate its growth.
Moyu turned to look at Botobai, who was sprawled on the ground. At that moment, a sound tore through the darkness.
It was somewhat shrill, like a willow branch snapping through the air.
Because the sound was so piercingly conspicuous, Moyu noticed it immediately.
As he looked toward the source, the Black Blade in his hand had already swept down before him, carving a razor-sharp streak through the air.
A feather shooting out of the darkness collided with the path of the descending Black Blade.
Clang!
The feather, which should have been light and soft, was as hard as steel the instant it touched the blade, sending sparks bursting out.
Yet its strength ultimately could not compare to the Black Blade's. It shattered in an instant, vanishing alongside the sparks.
The feather, pale blue at its tip, had been thrown by Cluck, the Rooster of the Zodiacs.
Setting aside the words cool and sexy, Cluck's usual style of dress had two particularly conspicuous features.
One was the pair of white wing decorations on her back. The other was the ring of pale blue-tipped feathers around her elbows.
The feather that had just flown toward Moyu was one she had plucked from her elbow.
The pale blue tips were not merely