"Good son, I've told you before: what you see with your eyes isn't necessarily real. Why can't you remember that?"
Sithorn said pretentiously. To prevent Zeus and the others from chasing after him, he took Scar and swiftly flew forward. He did not teleport because Scar was frantically resisting inside the Altar, making teleportation impossible.
Cain teleported over and happened to see Sithorn's departing back. After thinking for a moment, he flew straight toward the Space Rift that was about to close—partly because time was short, and partly because if he wanted to intercept Sithorn, the Lord of Chaos would definitely inform him.
The Lord of Chaos was actually hesitating over whether to ruin Sithorn's plans, but after careful consideration, capturing the Zeus Brothers was more important. Sithorn was not easy to deal with, and it was unlikely he could be taken down before the Space Rift closed.
"Sithorn, you're too despicable."
Scar, the King of Negativity trapped inside the Altar, struggled with all his strength as he roared in fury. He had never expected that after finally winning the battle, he would capsize at the very end.
Battles really were never that simple. One careless mistake could turn a great victory into a crushing defeat.
"Good son, remember this in the future: unless the enemy has completely fallen and no longer has any ability to resist, never let your guard down."
Sithorn said smugly. Although many accidents and twists had occurred during this trip, he had not lost in the end. Of course, he had not won either.
Just as Sithorn was feeling pleased with himself, a Black Hole suddenly emerged from the Void and smashed viciously into the Altar he had transformed into. Sithorn let out a shrill scream as more than half of the Altar was devoured.