Inside the moon, Xia Yan slumped helplessly to the ground.
His entire body was wracked with pain. The feeling was truly awful.
Xia Yan himself could not remember how long it had been since he had been in such a state.
Or rather, even during his most painful years in the Anbu, his injuries might never have been as severe as they were now.
Taking a deep breath, Xia Yan quickly mobilized the chakra inside him to begin recovering.
Although his chakra had bottomed out, his recuperative ability remained.
Relying on his chakra to recover, and using it to drive Yang Release to heal his injuries, was the only thing Xia Yan could do now.
"That damned bastard..."
Xia Yan cursed inwardly. In the final moments of the battle, he had used Sage Art: Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands.
And that technique had completely drained him dry.
His own chakra, the Tailed Beast's, his Jōgan's, and even his senjutsu and Yin-Yang Release reserves had all bottomed out.
Otherwise, Xia Yan could still have mobilized Yang Release to help himself recover, rather than lying sprawled here like a dead dog.
"But no matter what, I survived."
Xia Yan sighed inwardly, his black eyes sweeping his surroundings.
The moon's interior had changed completely. Flames and thick smoke spread unchecked into the distance.
The sky was filled with all kinds of debris, and the once-brilliant sun now looked exceptionally dim.
The temple towering among the clouds had also lost its barrier's protection.
It looked so precarious, constantly swaying in the wind.
There seemed to be no survivors left inside the moon. Apart from Xia Yan himself, everyone else seemed to have died in the earlier collision.
Whether Ōtsutsuki Zhenye or the other members of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, all had vanished without a