"Let's go, it's time to meet your kin."
"You think you can use me to threaten them? Dream on!"
Freya raised her eyebrows and sneered before slamming her head against the sword's edge.
Seeing this, Luo En quickly withdrew his magic sword Leavateinn and, with a backhand strike, knocked Freya unconscious by hitting the back of her neck.
Looking at the wound on her throat and the golden-red Divine Blood smeared on the blade, Luo En was somewhat caught between laughter and tears.
Prefer death to submission? Was she always this fierce?
Well, might as well capture her and figure things out later.
Having made up his mind, Luo En picked up Freya from the ground and leaped back toward the Asa camp.
By now, after a period of intense battle, the plain that served as the battlefield was filled with pits and remains, with the floating battle ships of the Asa Divine Race crashing down in flames toward the ground, while the Warrior of Wan riding Pegasus dominated most of the sky.
