[Alfheim]
As the Temple of Tyr's transport disc slowly turned, a blinding light swallowed everything.
When their vision cleared again, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong were utterly stunned by the sight before them.
This was a bizarre world of dazzling wonders. The sky was pink, enormous vines intertwined like tentacles, and at the center of this world, a pure white pillar of light that pierced heaven and earth shot into the clouds, radiating a sacred aura that made their hearts tremble.
"So beautiful..."
Wang Dong stopped Kratos, even forgetting to move.
As a Soul Master with the Light Goddess Butterfly Martial Soul, Wang Dong had an extremely high affinity for the light element. On the Douluo Continent, light often represented warmth, gentleness, and holiness. But the light she felt here was filled with an oppressive force.
"So this is... a land of light in another world?" Wang Dong murmured. She felt as though her Martial Soul was resonating with the world beyond the screen, and an unprecedented heat surged through her bloodline.
"Wang Dong, stop spacing out." Huo Yuhao's voice pulled her back to reality. "There's movement ahead. Those flying bugs... uh, I mean Dark Elves."
The battle erupted.
Alfheim was in the midst of a war between the Light Elves and Dark Elves. Having gained the upper hand, the Dark Elves swooped down from the sky like locusts.
"Buzzz—"
Several Dark Elves wielding light spears darted through the air at high speed, leaving red afterimages behind them.
"Annoying bastards. They're so ugly!"
Wang Dong frowned and had Kratos swing the Leviathan Axe, trying to chop down the creatures flying overhead.
But the Dark Elves were incredibly agile. They swooped up and down through the air, and Wang Dong's heavy swings struck nothing but empty space several times.
"Damn it!