Was there anyone to take his life? Otherwise, his soul would be completely burned out, vanishing from this world forever.
"Has brother already died?" Mist asked, only to see Ahtal nod quietly, issuing a weary sigh, "I choose to entrust my soul to the Witch of Death; she is more worthy of my trust."
"The right choice," Xi Mu laughed, "The Witch of Death is extremely difficult to kill; otherwise, All Gods would not have chosen to only seal her."
"The Goddess of Death is equally hard to kill," a cold voice suddenly said. Out of nowhere, pale blue flames ignited in the void, and the form of the Witch of Death appeared. She maintained her usual posture, hands interlaced in front of her chest, her skirt revealing the translucent soles of her feet, sketching an enticing curve.
