As Chthon spoke, hell power poured into the altar from the various hells, then flowed from the altar into his body.
Chthon's magic rapidly recovered, even rising to new heights. Hell power was the purest form of power.
While adjusting his condition, Chthon 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 confident?
Chthon's heart skipped a beat. Then he snorted and frantically absorbed hell power. With enough strength, he could crush the Mechanical Demon King, no matter what trump cards Andrew 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 this is the same as poaching my people and stealing my money, so I have to end this fight early."
"Mechanical Demon King, could you possibly be any more arrogant?"
Chthon snarled through gritted teeth. This fellow actually regarded him as a lamb awaiting 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. The roar of rushing water sounded all around them, then a pitch-black river broke through the small world's barrier and wound around him.
"The River Styx!"
Both Chthon and the Multiversal Entities outside were shocked. 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, let alone when you aren't even using it!"
Chthon cried out in disbelief. Andrew said, "The River Styx likes me very much. Besides, I told you I tampered with the altar. You simply didn't believe me."
With that, Andrew thrust