Immortal Kang was proud. Andrew's disdain filled him with rage, but reality was reality. He could only suppress his anger and frantically offer sacrifices in exchange for Divine Power.
That was also why Immortal Kang spoke so rudely to Chthon. He was already angry, and besides, what Chthon and the others had done earlier had been far too excessive.
Chthon was somewhat embarrassed by this, but that did not lessen his displeasure. "Immortal Kang, that's enough. Stop stealing the Great Demon God's Divine Power. Know when to stop."
Chthon's heart ached terribly. After all, he had painstakingly developed believers and harvested souls to obtain that Divine Power. He himself could barely bear to use it, yet now someone else was stealing it for nothing. How could he not feel distressed?
"Chthon, don't bother threatening me. If I don't steal this Divine Power, I'll very likely die here this time."
Immortal Kang snorted. "Under these circumstances, threats mean nothing to me. Whatever compensation you want, or however you want to retaliate against me, wait until I leave here alive.
What you need to do now is shut up, then pray that I can escape. If I can't escape, all your investments will be a total loss."
Chthon fell silent. Though he was extremely dissatisfied, he knew Immortal Kang was right. Given Immortal Kang's current situation, there was no way he would stop. If Chthon pushed him too hard, he might choose to take them both down.
That was entirely possible. If I can't live, don't expect to have it easy either. They were all villains; how could they not know what villains were like?
"Good luck. That King of Abilities is far too ruthless."
Chthon sighed, then suddenly had an idea. "How about I place a Curse on you? Once King