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As the spear of brown light pierced the right side of the hooded figure's torso, golden blood spilt out, and Kirone, seeing it, raised an eyebrow.
"You're a god?"
The golden blood was the unmistakable mark of pure-blooded members of the god race.
Seeing it, Kirone naturally concluded that the opponent before her was indeed a god, not an automation as she had briefly suspected.
The force of the attack sent them tumbling through space, the golden liquid drifting in the vacuum, spraying outward as their body rotated.
They clutched their side, groaning in pain, but Kirone didn't allow them a moment to recover or heal.
She immediately charged forward, summoning her physical spear back into her right hand and gripping it with both hands.
"Your race matters not. Death is the only thing awaiting you."
