Duncan jumped through the bush and swung his sword in a vicious manner.
The demonic beast that was fleeing from him let out a mournful cry and died, as Duncan's sword cut into its body with ease. Hot blood splashed across Duncan's face as he calmly wiped it away.
Grabbing the bleeding beast's body, Duncan lifted it above his head and drank its blood hungrily. When his hunger was satiated, Duncan produced a gourd made of wines from his bag and collected the remaining blood nonchalantly.
It had been ten days since he had been left in the wilderness by his senior brother.
During these ten days, Duncan had gone through an earth-shattering transformation both physically and mentally. He no longer shied away from fights. Rather, he welcomed them with gusto.
