In Mephisto's territory, besides Mephisto, there was also a group of Demon Kings—a group so poor they were practically eating dirt. They were miserable. Not only did they have no income at all, they also had to constantly sacrifice their own magic power to create new Demons.
"Why are you using your own magic power to create new Demons?"
Chthon asked in confusion.
One of the Demon Kings answered, "That's Mephisto's requirement. As for why, go ask him yourself. All right, the toll and information consultation fee come to one hundred High Demons. Thank you."
Chthon was speechless. What exactly had Mephisto done to turn a group of Demon Kings into bandits robbing travelers?
Naturally, Chthon was not about to pay. What a joke. Chthon had always been the one robbing others—since when had anyone else been allowed to rob him?
He directly ignored those impoverished Demon Kings and went to the dilapidated Demon King's Palace to find Mephisto.
After entering the Demon King's Palace, Chthon discovered that Mephisto was not inside. He snorted coldly. "Mephisto, an old friend has come to visit. Aren't you coming out to greet me?"
The next moment, a projection appeared in the palace. It was Mephisto, Andrew's avatar. Upon seeing Chthon, he burst into laughter. "My old friend, what brings you here?"
"Mephisto, where is your true body?"
Chthon asked. Mephisto and his Demon Kings had long since passed their initial "newbie protection period" and could now act freely.
However, those Demon Kings had yet to join Hell's Blood Battle, because they needed time to recover. Back then, Mephisto had really screwed the Demon Kings over.
Mephisto smiled. "Chthon, you came looking for me. Don't tell me you don't know where I am?"
Chthon did not waste words. He got straight to the point.