The Gunner's Source of Mysticism

Facing the golden arrows streaking toward her like threads of gold.

Livina's blazing rose-red Combat Energy Flame erupted around her. The extraordinary Swift Sword in her hand, the Rose Stalk Sword adorned with gilded floral patterns, transformed into a golden-red curtain of blades.

Boom! Boom!

The Rose Swordsmanship she had inherited directly from the Sword Saint had clearly improved enormously. The slender Swift Sword had already achieved "Lift the Light as if Heavy," becoming a fierce warhammer in her hands that sent the cannonball-like golden arrows flying one after another.

"There's something strange about this guy's attacks!"

Yet Livina, who was using her Combat Energy Flame to move at high speed through the air, soon raised her delicate brows as she noticed something abnormal about her opponent's attacks.

Since the battle began, every arrow he fired had come closer to her heart than the one before it. Once he had locked on for the first time, he had never missed a single shot again.

It seemed to come from some bizarre authority?

As the brilliant radiant energy in the sky gradually gathered, a Spirit Origin at least at the gemstone level was about to be born into this world.

Though the Totem God wrapped in golden divine light did not say a word, his attacks became increasingly fierce. The greatbow in his hand, shaped like an eagle's wings, flared with golden light and scattered a downpour of golden streams across the sky.

Eagle Horn Bow Fire

That single move was already nearly comparable to a full broadside from a first-rate battleship.

Clearly, he was determined to claim this Spirit Overflow, and he had ample confidence in his own strength—or rather, in his ability to run away.

Even in the Garratt Duchy, where evil spirits and ghosts were exterminated without mercy,