The enormous black crow was shot by the pure white arrow before it could dodge.
The arrow exploded within the black crow's body, transforming into an endless white light.
This white light, like a razor, sliced great chunks of flesh from the massive black crow.
The black crow writhed in agony. Its cavernous mouth gaped open, and even the depths of its spiral-lined, sawtooth-ringed throat erupted with white light.
One after another, the nine hundred and ninety-nine eyeballs on its head also burst...
In just a few breaths, the black crow, once a world-ending catastrophe, had become utterly wretched under the pure white arrow's assault.
Countless feathers on its body snapped and fluttered down.
One of them, descending from the void, drifted slowly until it landed on the soil of Ancient Brent, now transformed into a kingdom of the Netherworld...
SWOOSH—
In the quiet room, Lu Yuan silently opened his eyes.
