"Living long doesn't necessarily mean being stronger," Xi Mu moved his wrist and chuckled at the Corpse Witch, "There are dragons in this world who have lived thousands of years longer than me, yet they were slain by my sword."
"You can't compare like that," the Corpse Witch retorted subconsciously but then realized that Ahtal made a point. Too many gods existed in this world. Although she couldn't kill them, the moment she became a witch, she was already more powerful than most of the gods.
At least, beating the Dessert Goddess with bare hands was no problem whatsoever.
"Forget it, the war is still on," she said as she gracefully turned, her aqua blue hair swaying, "Ahtal, take care of yourself."
As she spoke, she flew towards the gates of Hell that the Goddess of Death had split open in the sky. She certainly could have taken the opportunity to shirk her responsibilities, finding a pretext to ensure Ahtal's safety would suffice.
But she was not that kind of person.
