Within the light curtain, Da Yi was already standing upon the mountain peak.
The ten suns hung high in the southern sky, the Golden Crows' blazing flames baking the mountain rocks until they took on a softened reddish hue while scorching heatwaves rolled across the land.
Da Yi stood upon the solitary peak, raising his hand to pull back that bow and arrow.
The first arrow left the string, and heaven and earth fell silent.
The Seventh Prince's protective true fire shattered like paper, the arrowhead piercing his chest as a golden-red blood mist exploded, and the fireball plummeted to the earth, smashing a giant crater a hundred miles wide.
The second arrow pierced the Fifth Prince's left wing.
The third, the fourth... Nine arrows were fired in rapid succession, and nine Golden Crows fell one after another like burning stars.
Within the human city, the common people shifted from their initial terror to suppressed cheers.
Children looked up and counted, "One, two... nine! There's still one left!"
An old man beside them covered a child's mouth, "Hush! Leave one for light! Leave one for light!"
Di Jun and Tai Yi finally arrived in time to rescue the very last Golden Crow, the killing intent in their eyes as solid as substance.
Yet behind Da Yi, twelve figures emerged.
Taiyi sighed.
"That last arrow... If Di Jun had arrived even a single breath slower, the Tenth Prince would have died as well."
However, because of Junior Brother Chang Chou, that final Golden Crow, Lu Ya, ultimately met his end as well.
Since then, there were no more Golden Crows in the Prehistoric World.
Bi Xiao could not help interjecting.
"Even through the light curtain, I could feel that Di Jun was about to explode with rage.
Di Jiang's later remark