"Hmph. We're both first-tier Divine Chosen—who's afraid of whom?"
Ashina blinked slyly, a playful glint flashing in her eyes. "Besides, if you're feeling empty inside, my lord could always help you get pregnant."
If Phield had heard that, he would have smiled in satisfaction and praised Ashina for being so thoughtful. He truly hadn't pampered her for nothing.
Boom!
Ashina felt no fear at all. The two figures crossed in a blur, spear and chain colliding as they exchanged positions at extreme speed. A piercing metallic screech echoed as violent energy rippled outward.
The woman closed in at once, swinging her greatsword down in a brutal cleave. It resembled the massive two-handed blades used by heavy infantry—capable of both offense and defense. Its sheer weight alone could crush heavy armor, and as a divine artifact, its destructive power needed no explanation.
