"I really can't accept this."
The Crimson Demon God said weakly, "If you had defeated me in a direct battle, I wouldn't have said anything. But losing this way is truly awful."
"What does your unwillingness to accept it have to do with me?"
Hearing the Crimson Demon God's words, Andrew sneered. "What, just so you can accept it, I have to fight you head-on until heaven and earth are overturned, the sun and moon lose their light, and mountains and rivers are destroyed?
Then I get severely wounded, kill you with my last breath, and finally get devoured by scavengers like Chthon, who get the last laugh? Crimson Demon God, who do you think you are that I should indulge you like this?"
Even the Crimson Demon God was so furious he wanted to cough up blood. People said the Mechanical Demon King had a vicious tongue, but he hadn't expected it to be this vicious.
Chthon and the others snorted coldly. But on second thought, what they were doing now really was no different from scavengers. They had fallen long ago.
"Mechanical Demon King, taking shortcuts like this means that even if you win, you won't be able to break through."
The Crimson Demon God spoke, and Andrew looked disgusted. This wasn't some hot-blooded Hong Kong comic; this was an American comic, okay? When had American comics ever cared about the heart? Didn't they all rely on cheating and hacks?
For example, the Sentry possessed the power of hundreds of suns just because he took a drug. There were countless people like that who soared to the top in a single step.
"Crimson Demon God, let's end this here."
Andrew raised the Black Hole Sword and said, "I won this round. You have already lost."
The Crimson Demon