The wounds Lu Mingfei had left on its body moments ago were simply too numerous. Dr. Herzog's neck and chest—its two most fatal areas—were burning with a searing pain. The agonizing pain and terror made it momentarily overlook the tiny wounds Lu Mingfei had inflicted on the tips of its wings.
Yet it was precisely these hyper-detailed wounds that severed the connection between Dr. Herzog's torso and the neurons at the ends of its wings. Even though Dr. Herzog possessed ultra-high-speed regenerative capabilities, at this moment its regeneration was entirely dedicated to the far more lethal wounds on its chest and neck. As Dr. Herzog flew at top speed, this imperceptible tiny tear suddenly caused the ends of its wings to go dead. The state in which Dr. Herzog was steadily accelerating was shattered; not only did its flight speed suffer a violent stutter, but the turbulent airflow also nearly snapped the joints of its wings.
Panic flared in Dr. Herzog's heart. It whipped its head around. In its pair of golden pupils suffused with terror, the figure of Lu Mingfei holding dual swords expanded infinitely in its field of vision like a death god claiming lives. An expression of sheer dread crawled all over Dr. Herzog's face. It opened its mouth, wanting to let out a terrified scream, while its body twisted in a deformed frenzy, seemingly unable to decide in that instant whether it was better to turn and flee or to raise Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi in defense.
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