Chapter 145: Making Enemies with the Strongest in the World

"I didn't win," the Witch of Death said softly, shaking her head as she observed the disappointed expressions of Ahtal and Luwei, then she added, "But I didn't lose either."

"It's good that you didn't lose," Luwei exhaled, feeling the sweat soaking her back, worried that if the Witch of Death had lost to the Goddess of Death, then their group of followers would have to hide again in the long river of history.

"Is it impossible to determine a winner?" Xi Mu picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of hot tea, and pushed it in front of the Witch of Death.

Reaching the level of the Witch of Death, it had become very difficult to kill her, her existence itself had fallen into a godly paradox, just as a god cannot create a stone that he himself cannot lift.

And being the embodiment of the concept of "death," the Witch of Death could not die again, which is why the All Gods wanted to seal her, not out of mercy for her.