The fierce wind roared.
The breath of the Lady of Fury was like a hurricane sweeping across the sea.
Holding his grandfather's battle axe in one hand and the Death Soaring Spear in the other, Duncan looked at the distant enemy with an expressionless face and said slowly, "Next!"
His life bar was still at half.
This opponent seemed formidable, but his damage was average. Duncan had regeneration protection, so his injuries weren't as severe as they appeared.
Besides, Duncan's undying frenzy and limit-breaking potential hadn't been unleashed yet.
The distant enemy stood in shock and awe.
Another legendary figure had fallen, dying suddenly on the spot, forcing others to marvel at Duncan's terrifying barbaric power and his Titan-like explosiveness.
Who could have imagined that after stabbing Duncan so many times, Manka Ula's head would be crushed in an instant?
"He's badly injured."
A figure couldn't resist stepping forward beside Prometheus.
