As Chthon spoke, hell power poured into the Altar from the various hells, then flowed through it into his body.
Chthon's magical power rapidly recovered, even rising to new heights. Hell power was the purest power of all.
Chthon adjusted his condition as he waited for Andrew to attack, only to discover that Andrew made no move at all. He simply stood there, a quiet, handsome man.
Was he bluffing, or was he really that confident?
Chthon's heart jolted. Then he snorted and frantically absorbed hell power. With enough strength, he could crush the Mechanical Demon King regardless of what trump cards he held.
"Chthon, honestly, fighting you has been a pleasure. If possible, I'd gladly keep fighting you forever."
Then Andrew said, "But Hell belongs to me. Absorbing hell power like that is poaching what's mine and stealing my money, so I'll have to end this fight early."
"Mechanical Demon King, could you possibly be any more arrogant?"
Chthon snarled through gritted teeth. This bastard actually treated him like a lamb waiting for slaughter. He was Chthon, the Ancestor of Dark Magic!
"The outcome was decided long ago. You simply refuse to believe it."
Andrew clapped his hands, and the roar of rushing water rang out around them. Then a pitch-black river broke through the small world's barrier and wound around Andrew.
"The River Styx!"
Both Chthon and the multiversal entities watching outside were stunned. The Mechanical Demon King could actually control the River Styx?
"Impossible! Even with the Soul Stone, you couldn't control the River Styx like this. And you aren't even using the Soul Stone right now!"
Chthon cried out in disbelief. Andrew said, "The River Styx likes me very much. Besides, I told you I tampered with the Altar. You just didn't believe me."
With that,