"Are you satisfied now?" the Blood Pope maintained a calm and gentle smile, seemingly unconcerned about being coerced into releasing Mist, as he could recapture Mist at any moment should Ahtal cooperate even slightly.
Xi Mu did not respond immediately, only gripping the Sword of Light in his hand as if weighing whether to strike.
"It would be better not to do that," the Blood Pope seemed to sense what Ahtal was thinking. He turned his head to look at the God of Blood, who resembled a mummified corpse, and explained:
"The source of fear is watching over my god, even if you unleash the Sword of Light, you cannot harm my god."
"..." Xi Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing the God of Blood. He vaguely noticed someone standing beside the God of Blood, smiling at him—a chilling, eerie smile.
