In the Mirror Dimension, the Mirror Demon King was fighting a clone of the Three-tailed Demon King. The Three-tailed Demon King's clone was no match for the Mirror Demon King and was gradually being suppressed. The outcome was only a matter of time.
Andrew and Galacta joined forces against the Losers Alliance and Old Sera. Andrew said, "Losers Alliance, do you have any more tricks? If not, you can die now. Don't waste everyone's time."
"Mechanical Demon King!"
Andrew's words enraged the Losers Alliance, but he was indeed qualified to say them. After all, Andrew had forcibly turned around the enormous advantage of more than thirty Demon Kings descending.
At present, victory was not impossible, but the odds had fallen below fifty percent. Chthon refused to concede verbally and snorted. "Mechanical Demon King, only the one who laughs last is the true winner."
"Then I'll collect a few more trophies."
Andrew snorted and rapidly swung the Black Hole Sword, suppressing Chthon and Set by himself. Though they were merely clones, Andrew was not at full strength either, so he did not have much of an advantage. This showed just how powerful he had become.
"This guy's strength is truly becoming more and more terrifying."
Chthon and Set sighed inwardly. Previously, they could fight Andrew one-on-one. Although they would eventually lose, they could hold out for a long time and ensure that their consciousnesses or souls escaped.
But now, in a one-on-one fight, Andrew would defeat them very quickly—defeat them completely, leaving no possibility of escape.
"We'll probably lose again this time. We should consider how to cut our losses."
Chthon said to Set and Death, "These Divine level clones consumed a huge amount of our resources and Divine Power. They can't die here.
Besides, the three Magic Arrays are still