That was right. Beneath the gravity, Andrew was still pinned down, struggling desperately to get back up.
Meanwhile, Andrew had cleverly used gravity to defuse the Plasma Beam Chthon had fired earlier. Other than leaving a bottomless crater in the ground, it had achieved nothing.
Andrew grabbed Chthon and asked with a smile, "Chthon, do you have a lot of questions?"
"King of Abilities, was the one you trapped merely a clone?"
Chthon's expression turned extremely ugly. The opponent they had worked so hard to suppress was only a clone? Even worse, they had not noticed a single flaw from beginning to end.
"Of course it was a clone. Did you think this bunch of trash could suppress me?"
Andrew sneered. "Chthon, did a donkey kick you in the head? How could you underestimate me so badly?"
Not only Chthon and Death were shocked by this, but the Sea Goddess was also dumbfounded. The King of Abilities from before had only been a clone? How was that possible?
The earlier Andrew had been immensely powerful, pushing Chthon and the others into constant danger. That was also the key reason Chthon and the others had failed to see through him.
Besides, weren't we allies? Why hadn't you told us about something this important?
The three Negative Commanders were equally stunned. Looking at Andrew being suppressed by Gravity Suppression below, they felt like clowns. The problem was, they did not dare end the suppression, because the King of Abilities' clone possessed genuine combat strength—and it was extremely powerful.
Once they ended the suppression, that clone would definitely fly up and beat them to pieces. Therefore, they did not dare change anything at all.
The three Negative Commanders hurriedly asked the King of Negativity for help. "My King, what should we do now?"