Xi Mu subconsciously furrowed his brow, his gaze locked onto the birdcage in the hands of the God of Hell, seemingly intending to forcibly snatch away Evelyn's soul.
The God of Hell, on the other hand, seemed unconcerned, despite the fact that Ahtal possessed the grace of the Witch of Death, which, in theory, could harm deities.
But that was only in theory.
"This trade holds no loss for you," he said, looking at Ahtal with an indifferent expression, "we simply wish to borrow the power of the Saintess of Destiny, while you can successfully rescue the little princess you've been so concerned about."
"That makes no sense, does it?" Xi Mu spoke in a cold voice, "With the power of the Creation Witch, she wouldn't be affected by the return from death."
"You do indeed know the true power of the Saintess of Destiny," the God of Hell said with a smile, waving his hand and making two chairs and a round table appear before him.
He sat down and picked up a teacup from the table.