Luo Xia only needed to ask where the enemy was, not how many there were. By now, he had long possessed that kind of confidence. He had seen the Frost Giants' abilities many times. Even if every Frost Giant in Jotunheim were brought out, he was still confident he could retreat unscathed.
However, Luo Xia had no intention of taking action personally.
Flying across the long bridge that seemed to be crafted from seven-colored crystal, Luo Xia headed straight for the gates of Asgard's Hall of the Gods.
There were also many corpses of Frost Giants and Asgardian guards here, while shouts of battle continued to ring out from within.
The disparity in casualties between the two sides was considerable, nearly three to one. Fighting on their home ground, the Asgardian soldiers truly did hold the advantage of terrain.
But it was also clear that very few people had remained behind in Asgard.
For a long time, thanks to the convenience of the Bifrost, Asgard had grown accustomed to the strategic advantage of being able to attack others while no one could do anything to them.
Unfortunately, the Nine Realms were ultimately connected as one, and that isolation was not absolute.
Back then, only two or three Frost Giants had entered Asgard through a secret passage to cause trouble. Now, the bodies Luo Xia could see alone already numbered more than a hundred.
Luo Xia followed the nearest sounds of battle and arrived just in time to see a five-man Frost Giant squad turn an Asgardian guard into an ice block, then smash him apart with a hammer.
When they saw Luo Xia appear, the Frost Giants froze for a moment. His attire was vastly different from that of the Asgardians.
Still, he looked roughly the same, so he had