In the middle of a large grassy field, where dust and debris swirled like leaves in an autumn storm, the supposed terror of the night, Vhalla, was reduced to a sight that could make even the most stoic statue crack a smile.
Her face was as red as a tomato, her eyes rolling back, and her legs shaking like a newborn foal trying to stand for the first time.
"Ahh... Ah... Wha... What are you... Doing?! S-Stop... Stop it!"
Vhalla cried out, her voice like a lamb's bleat. If it had been the old Kaisen, she could have easily crushed his head like a pumpkin between her thighs.
But this brand-new Kaisen, whose level was four times higher than hers, made her feel as powerless as a kitten in a thunderstorm.
No level 360 could ever match a level 1440. He could crush her like an ant now, but why bother when he could toy with her instead?
