"Fine, I won't say anything. I'll prove myself through my actions."
Chthon gritted his teeth. "Just wait and see. Hmph, a bunch of Skyfathers actually believing such nonsense. I'm almost too embarrassed to insult you."
"If you're embarrassed, you can keep your mouth shut."
The Iron Great Tree mocked him, and everyone nodded. Chthon was so furious that his hands trembled. He cursed, then withdrew his consciousness from the Group Chat and connected it to Black Dragon's. "Black Dragon, how is the soul collection going? Time is limited. You must complete the objective as soon as possible."
"I've already collected dozens of special souls. I don't know if it's because India is hotter, but many people here have extremely intense and twisted personalities."
Black Dragon said, "I threw several beautiful women into a group of male survivors. When those women died, they were as extreme and twisted as possible."
Chthon said irritably, "I don't need the details. I only need the results."
"Don't worry. The results will definitely satisfy you. When I, Black Dragon, do something, I never disappoint."
Black Dragon spoke confidently, but sneered inwardly. How could Chthon not want to know the details? That bastard had even planted something in India to monitor the situation.
Of course, it was not round-the-clock surveillance. In truth, it only let Chthon know roughly what Black Dragon had done. To put Chthon at ease, Black Dragon had deliberately created some false impressions.
They were only false impressions. Although Black Dragon liked playing clever tricks, with Andrew's explicit warning, he did not dare do too much. That would be the same as slapping Andrew in the face, and the consequences would definitely not be pleasant.
What Black Dragon did not know was that Chthon was not trying to monitor him. Chthon was using