The matchstick man pretended to wipe non-existent sweat from his forehead.
"Phew! Odin is really strong. Luckily, I ran fast, or I don't know what he would have done to me."
As he said this, the matchstick man looked at the terrified Kerry beside him:
"You agree, right?"
Kerry's eyes were almost a full circle larger than usual. She could not suppress the fear in her voice and could not help but tremble in front of the monster that had torn away more than half of her body.
"Where is Hewitt?"
The matchstick man tapped his head with a finger:
"Ah, are you talking about that young Mr. Ancient God? He's really powerful. After the Twilight of the Gods, there weren't many powerful gods left on your planet besides Gavyn. But I have to say he really caught my eye. I haven't had such a thrilling experience in a long time."
After saying this, the matchstick man stretched his body as if he had just experienced an exhilarating battle.
