Dozens of gods and deities have dropped dead during the war, and you were taking refugee after losing a battle with a god that was stronger than you. Your wounds weren't fatal, but they still hurt. While you were taking shelter, you couldn't help but feel as if someone was following you.

You heard footsteps behind you, but when you turned around, no one was there but you heard a voice above you.

"It seems like I'll be the one to kill you." Xiao said, his weapon in his hand.