"Fuck."
When Chthon saw Death and the three Negative Commanders fleeing, he could not help cursing inwardly. Those bastards had actually run off without taking him with them. It was outrageous.
What was even more outrageous was that they had not even notified him. He was the leader, after all! Then, he sighed helplessly. In this situation, whether they notified him or not, his fate would have been the same.
"I need to think carefully about how to deal with the Mechanical Demon King. Los Angeles can no longer be kept secret."
Chthon sighed inwardly and, at the same time, cursed Death and the others to fail in their escape. It was nothing personal; he was simply annoyed.
What, the bigger picture? Please. If people like Chthon truly cared about the bigger picture, how could they have kept failing? How many times had they lost to Andrew because of internal strife?
Although Chthon's attainments in the Curse Path were inferior to Andrew's, his curse succeeded this time.
Faced with the King of Negativity's scheme, Andrew sneered. He raised his left hand and pointed at the fifty Negative Believers, throwing their minds into chaos and making them slaughter one another.
As the fifty Negative Believers killed each other, they naturally could no longer maintain their Gravity Formation. The gravity vanished, and Andrew's avatar teleported in front of Death and the three Negative Commanders.
Then, endless thunderbolts erupted, forming a cage that isolated him and Death's group within it.
"Death, is it really appropriate for old friends to part like this?"
Andrew's avatar smiled. "I already know Chthon's location. Next, it will be your location."
"So it still failed. But it was not too far beyond my expectations."
Death sighed. He had long anticipated this outcome. After all, their opponent was the