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As soon as his words fell, the towering Fiendgod shook the Ghost Bell, and the reaper's scythe, over three hundred meters long, pierced through the skies. Like a ray of ghostly light, it tore through the void, leaving behind a scar that would be difficult to heal. The tip of the blade drew a strange arc in the air, and time seemed to slow down. It was obviously unbelievably fast