Seeing his teammate vanquished in a single round, sentenced to suffer eternal divine punishment, Ixion frantically plucked at his bowstring, retreating in panic with an expression of sheer terror.
"Don't, don't come closer! You demon!"
Hearing the slightly off-tone voice and witnessing Ixion react like a little girl bullied by a burly man, Luo En shook his head in disbelief.
Indeed, in Greece, as long as one was fierce and brutal enough, even spirits would shy away in fear.
The golden bough in the garden swept forward, wrapped in a dense blood light, effortlessly striking down several arrows formed from the Netherworld's deathly aura.
As an ancestor of the centaur race, Ixion naturally possessed an innate talent for archery.
However, his skill was nothing compared to the Goddess of the Hunt, Artemis, and the God of Light, Apollo, let alone another centaur sage like Chiron.