Chương 1815: Stunning Combat Strength

In the next moment, the battle became even more terrifying.

Heavenly sword, evil blade, demon sword, immortal sword—four slashes in quick succession.

By the time the second slash was unleashed, Chrille Ibsen's life was already in grave danger. 

He couldn't withstand the attack. 

Even if he managed to take it head-on, he'd be severely injured—if not killed outright. 

Recovery might take ten thousand years, and the trauma of defeat would linger.

An old man intervened, a 13th-level heavenly god. 

The white-haired elder stepped forward and said slowly, "It's a competition between the same generation. We just need to determine the winner." 

He blocked the remaining attacks. 

Without his intervention, Loki would have killed Chrille within three slashes.

At that moment, a figure at the peak of the heavenly god realm appeared, ready to jump in. 

But Bedirhan Leitner and the others remained unscathed.