As the Three-Eyed Demon crazily absorbed power, the edges of ruined Hell began to collapse once again. It couldn't be helped—this Hell was simply too ruined. With the Three-Eyed Demon draining its power like this, it could not withstand it at all.
Whether it was the Three-Eyed Demon or ruined Hell, from the moment they were born, they had both had the same word carved onto their foreheads: poverty.
Unlike Cain and the Demon Clone, the Three-Eyed Demon did not flee toward the Space Channel, because there was no point in fleeing. Its roots were in ruined Hell. Once the King of Abilities and the others destroyed ruined Hell, no matter where it escaped to, it would die.
Therefore, the Three-Eyed Demon did not leave the Van Helsing World. It regretted everything deeply. If it had known the King of Abilities' side would be this formidable, it never should have betrayed the King of Abilities.
This was bad. Scar had been suppressed, the Lord of Order had been blown apart, Cain and the Demon Clone had fled, and it had been badly wounded as well. It had no idea what to do next. Uh... if it surrendered now, would they accept it?
Just as the Three-Eyed Demon was panicking, another battlefield decided its victor: Andrew and Chthon's battlefield.
Unlike the others, Andrew did not attack while Chthon was distracted. On one hand, there was no need. On the other, that old bastard Chthon might not actually have been distracted.
"Chthon, it looks like you're going to lose again."
Andrew said leisurely, "Whichever side you join loses. Are you still refusing to admit you're a jinx? Uh, I trust you know what a jinx is."
Although the situation was terrible, Chthon did not lose his composure. He snorted coldly. "King of