"Fuck, why is it happening again?"
Sithorn's clone had already fled back to Los Angeles. Before he could even tally his gains, he suddenly sensed the Great Demon God's Divine Power being drawn away again and immediately started cursing.
What was more infuriating than taking a loss once? Taking a loss twice—two losses in a row.
Chthon's true body sensed the situation and said, "I don't know what's going on, but King of Abilities and Immortal Kang are engaged in a mental battle.
"If I'm not mistaken, Immortal Kang is at a disadvantage right now, so he's fleecing us again."
"Fuck, Immortal Kang is definitely going to lose. Why the hell is he still struggling?"
The clone cursed again, then thought for a moment and said, "True body, use the Great Demon God to contact Immortal Kang and get more intelligence. At least that'll recover some of our losses. Ah, the more I think about it, the more it hurts."
One loss had already made Chthon want to vomit blood. Now that he had suffered two, he wanted nothing more than to rush over and tear Immortal Kang to pieces.
"I'll try."
The true body nodded. A moment later, he said irritably, "For some reason, I can't contact him. There's clearly a channel through Divine Power. Forget it. This time, I'll guard the Great Demon God's Origin Essence and keep Immortal Kang from pulling it away."
"That's absolutely necessary." The clone nodded repeatedly. Every shred of Origin Essence was incomparably precious. They absolutely could not waste any more.
"So they did make contact. Good thing I intercepted the Divine Power on Immortal Kang's behalf."
Andrew sensed something and smiled faintly. There were many reasons he had prevented Immortal Kang from truly absorbing the Divine Power. One of them was that