A golden light flew towards Chen Ke from the mountaintop, a vast murderous aura surging forth. Chen Ke stood still, wanting to see what it was.
Frigga abruptly halted in mid-air, causing a whirlwind, with golden wings spreading out from her back, shattering into a shower of golden light mist. She seemed like a goddess bathing in gold, landing at the forefront of the army.
The knights held their startled horses and respectfully saluted her.
Between Chen Ke and her was only a stream, and they could clearly see each other's faces.
"Freyja?" Sleery whispered.
"Say that name again, and I'll tear your mouth apart." Frigga heard her, thrusting the Sword of Victory into the ground, arrogantly tilting her head to look sideways at Sleery.
"Is this the demeanor of the goddess of Asgard?" Sleery sneered.
"I'll deal with you later... Hey, that man, before I kill you, you need to answer a few questions." Frigga looked at Chen Ke.
