Famon's meaning was clear.
There was no personal grudge between Mother and the Evil God, so their hostility came down to a difference in their positions.
It might not seem that serious, but it was harder to resolve.
A personal grudge could be settled, and competing interests could be compromised over. But a difference in positions was the hardest thing to yield on.
Fang Cheng didn't know what the disagreement between Mother and the Evil God was, but the two sides had long since been locked in a fight to the death.
The Apocalypse Knights, who came from the Evil God, and Fang Cheng, who had inherited Mother's power, were destined to fight.
Only one side could survive. There was no room for reconciliation.
Fang Cheng looked at the composed Famon and asked, "You're all alone. Do you think you can stop me?"
"Why not?"
Famon brimmed with confidence. "You only managed to defeat Death because you had help from someone else. You're alone now, too. I might not lose."
When Fang Cheng had taken down Death Knight Death, he had only succeeded with Li Yu's help. Without her, he could never have done it alone.
Famon knew this very well. That was why he had the confidence to come alone and stop Fang Cheng.
After all, Fang Cheng was alone, too. Even if he was a little stronger than Famon, he couldn't defeat him in a short time.
As long as Famon could stall until Ophi and Dracula arrived, it would be three against one. Fang Cheng would meet the same end as Death, beaten to death by a group.
Fang Cheng wasn't the only one who knew how to use the righteous tactic of ganging up on someone.
Fang Cheng understood Famon's reasoning and knew it made sense.