Chthon and the others' expressions changed. Chthon hurriedly shouted, "King of Abilities, quickly take control of the earth. We can't let King of Abilities succeed. Death, prepare to activate the Land of Death."
Elsewhere, the King of Negativity would not have been able to control the earth, since that was not within his area of expertise.
But here, the King of Negativity could do it. The reason was simple: his roots were everywhere around them. This was his home ground.
"Understood."
The King of Negativity did not dare delay. His roots released vast amounts of Negative Energy, which seeped into the earth and made it resist the King of Abilities' Magnetism.
"I'll do it immediately."
Death answered and controlled the more than one hundred thousand survivors deliberately left behind, killing them all at once. Across all of Europe, aside from this battlefield, no other humans remained.
In an instant, the earth let out a pained, despairing wail. Its consciousness was dissipating, while Death Qi visible everywhere surged madly into the ground, seeking to transform it into the Land of Death.
"My souls are here."
Chthon impatiently controlled the Control Altar, preparing to collect the souls and sacrifice them to the Great Demon God. According to the plan, after the hundred thousand survivors died, their souls would automatically be absorbed by the altar.
But the next second, Chthon's face froze. The altar had not received a single soul. Andrew's altar had snatched every last one beforehand.
"Something's wrong."
Chthon's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly warned Death, "Death, there's a problem. Stop transforming the Land of Death. This is a trap."
Though Chthon did not know what Andrew had done or what he intended to do, Chthon was an old hand and immediately sensed the problem. The King of Abilities had