Rip!
In complete silence, the torn time rift closed once again, and the fleeting star river disappeared yet again.
Only the headless Golden Crow falling towards the earth remained.
It spoke of the terrifying impact of Xiluo's casual strike.
"What... kind of Divine Artifact is that!"
Staring incredulously at the hairpin in Xiluo's hand, the Golden Crow felt a long-lost sense of fear.
The last time he felt such fear was when his father fell, his brothers perished, and even his sisters hiding on the Taiyin Star couldn't escape the disaster.
Only he, under the cover of his elder brothers, managed to escape the destiny of death until the Lord of the Netherworld perished.
"You are indeed not the Great Golden Crow!"
He did not directly answer the Golden Crow's question.
Xiluo simply lowered her head to look at the burning "fireball" below.
Even without its head, the True Sun Fire on the headless Golden Crow remained scorching.
