Vishy slowly opened his eyes and saw Philly wiping his mouth.
He was leaning against a stone slab, and a warm yellow Sword Body Bulwark steadily protected the two of them from the collapsed rubble. He looked down and found that all his injured areas had been hastily bandaged with scraps of cloth, and the source of those scraps was right in front of him—Philly had originally been wearing long sleeves and a half skirt today, but now they had nearly turned into short sleeves and a miniskirt.
"What are you wiping?"
"Sister Vishy, your condition was really bad just now. Your body kept twitching, and saliva kept flowing from the corner of your mouth."
Vishy also remembered what had happened just now—his Gold and Silver Void Wings had been lost to save Ash, his Fourth Void Wing had been lost to unleash the Knowledge Keeper Fire, and his Seven-Colored Void Wings had been lost because he had deployed the Holy Domain.
He had already lost all his Void Wings and Spell Power. Aside from the Knowledge Keeper Fire Spell Spirit, which remained in his soul because it shared the same root and origin with him, he was almost no different from a mortal, with no Miracle left to speak of.
The effect of losing all his Void Wings was even more severe than he had imagined. It was no longer as simple as pain. It was practically soul paralysis; he could not even control his own body.
Even counting both his previous life and this one, this very moment was when he was at his most fragile and powerless.
"You did the wrong thing. You shouldn't have wiped it away. You should have taken out your phone and taken a picture." Even though the situation was extremely dire, Vishy