Xi Mu said: "At the very least, shouldn't there be some interest?"
"Fine." The Goddess of Plague reached out, seized Ahtal by the collar, and then with a forceful motion, pulled him toward her. Their lips and teeth collided.
A moment later, the two separated.
"Satisfied now?" The Goddess of Plague asked with a bright smile. At this point, she no longer cared about Ahtal's identity as the King of Ash, because the man standing in front of her was not the Doomsday, but the Savior, who had cooperated with the Witch of Death.
Thus, she could accept Ahtal's greed toward her.
"This almost makes me reluctant to kill you." Xi Mu touched his lips, as if deliberating whether to delay burning the world into ash.
But when he saw the Goddess of Plague lift her pale neck, awaiting his action, flames ignited in his palm, consuming the Goddess of Plague to ashes.
