With every move, whenever he attacked, Luan was fabulous. There was no flaw in his attack and no resistance from the other party. He was like the god of death, claiming the poor souls of the imps.
Ingrid's eyes were in the shape of hearts. She believed that her man was the most beautiful of all while fighting, but she didn't just watch, she also killed a lot of imps and collected a lot of blood, getting stronger and stronger.
"Try to use this." Luan tossed the sword of the Third Order to Ingrid, who caught it in surprise. She felt the power of the sword the moment she held it. She started to wonder why Luan gave her the sword to use, but then she saw Luan's hand transform into white dragon claws and tear the imps like simple pudding.
It was incredible!
