The Sukhacara Sage's face showed a curious expression.
He could sense that the blessings within the War Mace were extremely powerful, and there might be unexpected joys!
Popiwen looked up and let out a hearty laugh.
He grasped the wolf-toothed War Mace, raising it high. The mace, like a huge black hammer, radiated a dusky glow, and its protruding spikes, resembling wolf teeth, clearly showed it could tear apart all flesh.
He gazed at his War Mace and swept it over the crowd below, lightly shaking it.
Whoosh!
A host of Divine Weapons instantly flew towards it, and upon contact, there wasn't the slightest sound of collision, as if a river swallowed stones, absorbed into the War Mace itself.
Gone without a trace!
This pitch-black War Mace suddenly sparkled with a multitude of colored lights.
"My War Mace is called Awosuoxi."
"Its blessing is simple!"
"It can absorb the power of all weapons and harness it for my use!"
