Xi Mu raised his hand to touch his cheek, where bright red blood left a trace. His gaze was coldly fixed on the Creation Witch opposite him, whose breath was steadily weakening. This woman, in order to bypass the rules she had set, had reconstructed her own life form, abandoning all human weaknesses and also using her connection with the Dragon Incarnation Magic, she precisely captured his movement trajectory.
Her timing and application of her own powers were impeccably suited. She had delivered what could truly be described as a lethal attack, attempting to redefine her life form and impart an underlying impulse in herself besides the destruction of the world.
But without a doubt, it was a failed endeavor.
"In the end, you are just a puppet of Ragnarok," the Creation Witch remarked as she grabbed the long sword that had pierced her chest, emitting a sigh.
