This time, Casio did quite well in the transmission of the White Bird Sacred Fist technique.
A cold wind blew again on the mountain peak, causing the robes to flap loudly.
"You lad, you're really bold," the White Bird Sacred Fist slowly withdrew his palm behind Casio, shaking his head with a contemplative look in his eyes. "You truly resemble the Red Vulture with the same Tyrant Fist, acting upon your thoughts with extraordinary courage. Just like when Red Vulture directly went to that Calamity Source and forcefully restrained Totem King Cassius, buying us time, it was the same..."
Muttering to himself, Casio on the ground was quickly recovering from his injuries. The life vibration energy dissipated, continuously nourishing his flesh. The wounds quickly healed, and the holes were filled, skin regrowing.
It was hard to tell how much time had passed when he slowly stood up on flat ground.
At this moment, there was an unexpected sense of fulfillment within his heart.
