"Blood! Slaughter! Death! And corpses strewn everywhere! These are what you've always wanted deep in your subconscious, aren't they? Admit it! Every intelligent lifeform's instincts are filled with impulses for slaughter and destruction. They are merely restrained by laws, morality, and social responsibility instilled through education. With the slightest guidance, those instincts will be unleashed. And you are no exception."
Sithorn continuously shifted between offense and defense while trying to disrupt Allen with words and psychological suggestions.
Perhaps because he had regressed to the state he was in when he had just been born, his mentality had changed as well. He was no longer as gloomy and scheming as before. Instead, he gave off an air of brazen arrogance and recklessness.
His attacks were also incredibly aggressive. He often ignored Allen's attacks, relying on his powerful self-healing to try to trade injuries for Allen's life. Yet he failed every time.
Compared with this seemingly overly young Chthon, Allen had already developed his own fighting style and accumulated extensive experience before arriving in this universe.
Dealing with Sithorn's "beastly" and "instinctive" fighting style was simply far too easy.
The only thing he needed to watch out for was the astonishing energy bursting from the old god's body.
To be honest, Allen had always been deeply curious about the Creator who had created the Ancient Gods on Earth.
He wondered what sort of power the being possessed, or what unknown method it had used to create so many gods like Sithorn, Set, and Oshiet in one stroke.
And judging from Chthon, who had only recently been born, these Old Gods had possessed strength no weaker than any dimensional Demon God from the moment of their birth, along with wisdom and knowledge far beyond ordinary beings.
They had no infancy or growth period