“Leng San, you must give me Freya's soul.
She is the only reason I have been here for thousands of years.”
At the end of the sentence, Leng San suddenly opened his eyes wide and knew without a doubt that if he rejected the request, it meant the Divine Wrath!!
The surrounding atmosphere could hardly remain stable when tremendous power spilled from the body of the Unranked God. Everyone inside this power curtain felt as if the tip of an invincible blade was at their throat.
If the Unranked God had a little malicious thought, it would be enough to turn all the experts in this place into soulless bodies. Not a single one of them dared to move from their seats.
Leng San could also feel the pressure, even though the other party had not shown a genuinely malignant intent.
“You want Freya from me? Don't be ridiculous!! She and I have a connection. If she is separated from me, her spirit will be completely broken and can't be returned!!” Leng San said in a fierce tone.