"Mechanical Demon King, I always thought my curse abilities were no weaker than yours. After all, I am the Ancestor of Dark Magic. The reason you could curse me was because you possessed Shuma-Gorath's eyeball. But now I understand—my Power of Curse truly is inferior to yours."
Amid the crimson ashes, Chthon gave a bitter smile. Andrew had sent only a clone with little power, yet it had completely dispelled Chthon's curses. More terrifyingly, Chthon had not noticed at all. The other side's curse abilities were absolutely superior to Chthon's.
This time, Chthon was genuinely convinced. However, Chthon could not understand why Chthon's curses were inferior to the other side's. It made no sense at all.
"When you can see the curse on your own forehead, then come challenge me in the art of curses."
Andrew's clone spoke indifferently. Chthon sighed, and Chthon's body turned to ash beneath the Nuclear Radiation. Only the Ultimate Nuclear Energy Crystal remained.
Soldier Boy's heart stirred, and the Ultimate Nuclear Energy Crystal flew back into his chest. However, he did not regain his combat strength. Instead, he lay on the ground, utterly weak.
Given Soldier Boy's apparent strength, this was the normal outcome. He had first fought against curses, then had his life force absorbed by the Demon Ghost, and finally annihilated Chthon. In theory, Soldier Boy should have been completely drained.
One had to know that Soldier Boy's life force had given birth to a Skyfather-level Demon Ghost. He was now like a dried-up well, without a single drop left.
Next, the Demon Ghost re-formed. Andrew did not make it disappear, instead turning it into a tattoo attached to Soldier Boy's body. Soldier Boy asked in astonishment, "Are you increasing my strength?"
"Yes. Nuclear Energy alone makes your attack methods too monotonous. With