Black Crow

Black Crow had once been hunted by an evil sect for three days and nights straight without closing his eyes for even a moment; he could prop up a paralyzed lower body and keep fighting, and he had continued brawling blindly after losing his sight; he had once gone head-to-head with an Ascetic with skin like copper and bones like iron, and he had no shortage of experience tangling with Feng Shui Artificers who balanced hardness and softness.

Anyone who knew Black Crow, enemy or friend, whether they liked him or hated him, had to admit that Black Crow was a bona fide hardcase who could not be steamed soft, boiled tender, hammered flat, or fried till he burst.

When Ash and Yin Gula had talked about him, the two had once given this assessment: "It's as if his heart is made of iron, his intestines are ice-cold, and even his veins run with black blood."

It was as if the Void Realm, while cursing him, had also taken away his weakness. The phrase "ready to die without regret" might as well have been tailor-made for him, but unlike Harvey's attitude of practically wanting to hug death and kiss it senseless, he was more like someone who would charge forward with the Grey Fox Blade in hand, taking the initiative to meet the final challenge of his life. After the Raven Slaughter Sect's destruction, he had nothing left to fear.

But this stainless-steel saint walking through the decaying mortal world now had an arm that trembled slightly, nearly failing to keep hold of the Grey Fox Blade, so that he slid down another meter, while Mercury Trojan Horse slid down 1.1 meters. Mercury Trojan Horse could not keep a firm grip on his arm; her palm was so delicate that