Thick iron chains are wrapped around the hammer handle, with crimson flames leaping on them.
The Demon God glanced down at the colossus underfoot, then looked at Duke, who was shrouded in the Black Tortoise's shadow in the distance.
It grinned, with only one emotion in that smile—a craving for battle.
The Demon God then broke free from the rift, its entire body transforming into a stream of bronze light, rushing into the colossus.
The flames in the colossus's eye sockets suddenly changed from earthy yellow to crimson, intense as burning lava.
The colossus raised its right hand, fingers grasping in the air.
The double-edged warhammer appeared out of thin air in its palm, the lava patterns on the hammerhead instantly lit up, a scorching aura spreading outward, causing the air to start distorting.
It looked down at Duke, then raised the warhammer.
The colossus took a step, and despite its three hundred and fifty meters tall body, it moved with astonishing speed.
