He then lowered his head to look at the ground beneath his feet and saw that the earth in front of his toes was torn apart into a canyon, spreading incessantly towards both sides.
"Are you alright, Ahtal?" Mist released her slim hand that had been embracing Ahtal's waist, her gaze vigilant as she watched the man opposite her. She felt that this man, clad in black feathered garb, was more troublesome than the Blood Pope they had once faced.
No... To be more precise, he was not on the same level at all, with no basis for comparison.
"I'm okay." Xi Mu calmly shook his head. He was wearing the reinforced Red Dragon Blood Armor, and with the blessings of the Goddess of Life, it wasn't difficult to withstand a strike from the Black Death Bird, and it afforded him enough time to call for help.
That was the reason for his composure.