Gwanu's appearance is that of a middle-aged man with a lush beard and hair, as solid as a lump of iron. He spoke calmly, "Curse Must Hit!"
"The divine artifacts I forge all possess the power of sure hit."
"I just glimpsed into your future."
"Mortal, you seem to have some cause and effect connection with the magic spear I forged. Did that spear end up in your hands eventually?"
Duncan took a deep breath.
In the next moment, he suddenly vanished on the spot, seemingly like a flicker, advancing directly to Gwanu's front, the Sword of Oath and Victory sliced down as a light shadow, clang, the earth cracked, and the terrifying force shattered the rocks underfoot inch by inch, even the mountain-like Gwanu was suppressed to one knee.
This is no ordinary mortal power!
Having entered the Holy Sanctuary Realm, Duncan's speed was too fast, almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, only fleeting afterimages could be seen.
The heavy warhammer stirred up a fierce wind!
Clang!
