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The Divine Beast's perception was extremely sharp; the moment Moluo made his move, the Golden Crow's feathers exploded all at once.

It took a deep breath, then a blazing light shot straight towards the firmament.

The two collided, resulting in an explosion.

Boom!

A piercing pain surged through.

An unimaginable event occurred.

Compared to the Corpse King's hand that covered the sky, the Golden Crow's Breath, though dazzling, was nothing more than a thin line of fire.

The disparity in their strength was overwhelming, yet it was the Corpse King's arm that eventually burst apart.

That black arm, covered with swirling hairs, now splintered in the sky; blades of golden light burst forth from the fractures, piercing through the clouds and causing a chain reaction in the void.

The scorching radiation clouds rolled, the brightness searing. Ultimately, the entire arm detonated, rotten flesh flying across the sky, burning like a shower of meteors.