The Iron Winged Hawk did not hold back in the attack, even then Xiao Ming was practically immobilized. A trace of shock fleeted through its cold eyes and it was quite surprised how a lowly Spirit Condensation could face his attack.
Its origin energy was used in its attack and it had managed to sever an amount of Xiao Ming's vitality. But it was only a little amount, his vitality was still there all though it was quite blurry. The Iron Winged Hawk felt a pang of hunger and it soared to the skies once more.
SCREE!
Its target was Xiao Ming who had a weakened appearance and whose hands were numb. Xiao Ming's bloodied hands held onto the Moon Devourer Sword, he couldn't even feel the hilt.
It was as if any connection to his brain had been severed, only his will allowed him to set the Moon Devourer Sword in front to parry. His eyes slowly close to the surrounding darkness.
CLANG!