The War for The North [68]
Chapter 181: The Crimson Night [9]
Cassian and Fredrinn moved at the exact same moment without exchanging a single word.
Two dark silhouettes shot toward the Primordial Angel from different angles at lethal speed.
The Primordial Angel spun the holy swords in its eight arms with flawless coordination, like a deadly wheel of death.
It not only parried every heavy strike from the two with millimetric precision, but also launched counterattacks at an incomprehensible speed.
One of its arms shot into the darkness and grabbed Fredrinn by the head, slamming him into the black ground with tremendous force.
But as the Primordial Angel expected to hear the cracking of bones or feel flesh crushed beneath its grip, the resistance in its hand suddenly vanished.
Fredrinn's body had merged with the dark ground itself, dissolving like a shadow and disappearing.
Seconds later, Fredrinn emerged again from a completely different blind angle and swung his sword.
