In a great world, various top-tier divine golds were mixed and forged, and then blessed and refined with the user's own laws, an armor comparable to divine artifacts shattered under a seemingly ordinary long spear, possessing boundless sharpness.
His body was penetrated, and the agony of his soul being torn apart erupted in that instant, and Muria let out a muffled groan of pain, utterly unprepared.
Without the need for close examination, Muria knew he had not dodged the spear that abruptly tore through the Void; his body was penetrated, leaving him no chance to react. The spear, made of some biological scale armor, burst open the moment it was lodged in his shoulder.
Decimating power spread over his Titan body, his left arm instantly separated from his body, flung away by the self-destructing force of this unknown weapon, golden Titan blood splattering, yet each drop shone with a faint black and grey luster.
