"You just want me to die and then seize Michael, don't you?" the Blood Pope asked coldly, "If the Witch of Death truly desires my soul, let her come and claim it herself."
"Without sacrificing your soul, the Witch of Death will not descend," Xi Mu said with a cold smile, blatantly making things up.
He actually had not contacted the Witch of Death, nor did he intend to save the God of Blood; he was simply planning to deal with the Blood Pope.
Although the Blood Pope appeared to be at a disadvantage, he was actually very challenging to fight. Without Mist's help, there was no chance of victory against the Blood Pope. That damage-affecting ability combined with the Blood Pope's power to create abundant blood through prayer was just... unresolvable.
"..." The Blood Pope's gaze turned cold, as blood began to flow like a river from beneath his feet, spreading outward.
He planned to forcefully act to make Ahtal submit.
