Ding...
Without a doubt, this Dwarven General was incredibly strong, his greatsword precisely intercepting the incoming arrow.
As a faction-level leader, he possessed more than enough power and reflexes to make the most optimal decisions. What would be a fatal arrow to others was something he could intercept.
However, while he anticipated everything, he failed to account for the force behind this arrow.
The moment of impact caused the Dwarven General's expression to twist wildly. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't fathom why this arrow contained such overwhelming power.
As a descendant of the Earth Spirits, his strength was undoubtedly exceptional. That he could become a faction-level powerhouse was primarily due to the inherited bloodline strength that set him apart, even among Dwarves renowned for their might. He was famously known as a power kingpin.
Yet, in the face of this arrow, he felt utterly insignificant.
