In fact, the Sea Goddess had once suggested using the Black Ball to blast those fifty followers to death and resolve Andrew's current predicament.
Andrew had replied, "Are you serious? Do you really think these rabble can trap me?"
Hearing that, the Sea Goddess was completely dumbfounded. Wasn't he being pinned down by Gravity Suppression, unable even to crawl?
"I was just acting. Otherwise, why would they use their Trump Card right away?"
Andrew sneered. "The strongest attack means the weakest defense. So ignore those fifty followers and attack Chthon directly. I'll handle the rest.
Oh, and once you unleash your Trump Card, immediately move to intercept Death. From what I know of him, the moment he encounters danger, he'll flee at once, because he's afraid of me."
"His name is Death? Don't worry, I know what to do. I definitely won't let Death escape."
The Sea Goddess stopped wasting brain cells and fired a massive Black Ball at Chthon as Andrew had instructed.
Beings like Andrew and Chthon possessed extremely sharp Danger Perception. Chthon, who had just fired the Plasma Beam, suddenly sensed a fatal threat, as if the Grim Reaper had placed a scythe against his neck.
The problem was that Chthon had just pulled the trigger, and he had also spent far too much energy earlier. His reaction was inevitably a little slow. Though it was only an instant, it left him unable to dodge or confront the attack head-on.
"Damn it! The Black Ball unleashed jointly by the Sea Goddess and Death—if it hits me, even I won't survive."
Chthon was both shocked and furious. Without stopping to consider why the Sea Goddess was attacking him, his body exploded with a bang, and countless streams of black mist used the force of the Explosion to flee