Xi Mu rode out on his eight-legged horse.
Eliminating the Fenrir Wolf directly wouldn't be difficult—simply a matter of wielding the spear of destiny, but he was curious to see if the Fenrir Wolf had any surprises in store.
However, the moment Ahtal exited its stomach, the Fenrir Wolf turned tail and fled without hesitation, its tail tucked between its legs, disappearing into the all-consuming flames. Its massive form shrank to that of an ordinary female wolf as it pitifully skulked back to the side of the Monster Witch.
The Monster Witch crouched down and gently stroked the pitiful Fenrir Wolf. She seemed unsurprised by this outcome.
"I leave the rest to you."
"Wait, is it our turn already?" Yemengade exclaimed in astonishment. "What about the other demons or witches?"
The Monster Witch replied coldly, "I wasn't talking to you."
"She was speaking to us." A calm male voice emerged, and a man with four arms and an eye on his forehead approached.
The gods followed in his wake.
