The sonic boom shrieked!
Duncan did not hesitate at all. While sprinting, he hurled two more javelins. Over three hundred meters away, the figure of Prometheus scrambled to dodge, tumbling directly off the Golden War Chariot. Yet, his chest and abdomen were already pierced, and he spewed a mouthful of fresh blood.
Since he wanted to start a war, he must pay the price!
"Pity. He's not dead."
"If it were the Number One Human Form, he would've been shot dead!"
The Barbarians only excel at throwing skills, rarely using bows and arrows.
Both fell into heavy encirclement.
Heads darkened the surroundings, thousands of soldiers had them tightly surrounded.
Roar!
A thunderous battle roar.
