The pitch-black night sky was shattered by the nine-colored sword light, causing the clouds to scatter.
The Black Flame Phoenix's vision darkened, the pain was unbearable. At first, he saw blood splattering before his eyes, and then his view fragmented, and his Protective Divine Fire, Immortal Runes, and such lost effectiveness.
He realized he was likely struck down by one sword.
Instinctively, he tried to transform an arm, but he couldn't make sense of anything.
In the high skies, drenched feathers fluttered like dead leaves, and the massive, headless body of the Black Flame Phoenix blazed as it fell.
Though his consciousness was pierced by sword light, it hadn't extinguished. The Pure Yang Will was hard to destroy, emitting a mournful screech filled with pain, fear, and a plea for help.
He had his body sliced by a single sword; all his defenses were futile, and his fighting spirit was depleted by seventy percent. How could he continue to resist?
