Seeing Elsa have one of her arms torn off, the Viking Clan members below all turned pale.
Even Elsa, as strong as a Saint King, had still been defeated. None of them had expected this.
"The Saint Kings of the other clans should be about as strong as she is. At this rate, reaching the end of the Path of the King shouldn't pose much of an obstacle," Andrina muttered softly. "After all, I received two inheritances..."
Although Elsa heard her muttering, she made no comment. Instead, she considered how to break free from her current predicament.
This Puppet Technique was simply too strange. Even though their Combat Strength was equal, she had been controlled without the slightest warning and could not break free.
While Andrina was distracted, Elsa gathered a massive amount of divine power within her body, intending to break through her restraints in one fell swoop.
Just as she was building up her strength, Andrina seemed to notice something and looked over at her. The corners of her lips rose again. "Don't waste your effort. I know what you're thinking. You think gathering a large amount of divine power at once will wash away my restriction? How naïve!"
When Andrina exposed her thoughts so directly, Elsa's expression shifted slightly.
Andrina noticed the change in Elsa's expression and continued with a smile, "Let me tell you this. When Combat Strength is equal, my Puppet Technique operates according to Bloodline Rules. As long as your bloodline is weaker than mine, even if we are both Saint Kings, you will never be able to escape my control. And as far as I know, the bloodline of your Viking Clan..."
Elsa frowned slightly. She still ignored what Andrina had said. Though she also believed Andrina was not lying, she still decided