Riven gritted his teeth. He knew Spartacus must be thinking the same thing as her, but judging by the way he was sent flying, Riven knew who was stronger, and she didn't even use any technique, just sword clashing.
No way was he going to let her ruin his undead. The strongest he had currently. He scowled. "Stop trying to fight my undead, Kivara."
"Huh?" She didn't relax. She only frowned. "Your undead?"
"Yes. Meet Spartacus, my undead summon!"
Kivara blinked twice as she looked at Spartacus. She narrowed her eyes and stared more intently, her gaze like knives trying to see beneath his skin. Suddenly, she gasped. "But how? He's just like a human, even the imitation of a heartbeat. Where did you get him?"
"No. How do you make such an undead?"
