A mere Saint, daring to intervene in a battle of the Hidden World, was simply tired of living.
"Get lost!"
In a fit of rage, the Western War God swung a palm and sent Soya flying.
In front of the Hidden World, a Saint was as weak as a child.
However, after being flung away, Soya wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and charged at the two Saints again.
Bang!
Soya's body was tossed again, like a kite with its string cut, thrown ten or twenty meters away.
Then, she made another charge towards the battling Saints.
Thrown again.
Charged again.
Thrown again.
Charged again.
Thrown again.
Soya seemed not to know pain, for every time she was sent flying, she would get up and charge at the Saints again and again.
Meanwhile, the golden blood inside Wang Dadong had grown incredibly powerful, moving like a Flood Dragon through his red blood.
The two seemed like separate entities, yet inseparably bound.
