In response to Muria's taunting words, the Desolate Evil God made no reply; once the enemy had been determined, there was no need to continue the exchange.
What needed consideration was how to defeat him… well, that seemed unrealistic. So the better option would be to engage him for a while and then find an opportunity to retreat.
Even though the hostility between the two had been firmly established, the Desolate Evil God still had no intention of fighting Muria to the death, the reasoning being the same: winning brought no benefits, while losing would be even worse, so it would be best not to fight at all.
"Damo Sword, come!"
Muria called out to the world behind him, and instantly a radiant golden sword rainbow burst forth, accompanied by a crisp sword cry echoing in the void, and landed in his hands.
"Well done just now!"
