Hatred Magnet

The Saint stood atop the Sky Whale's back. At once, a sacred domain descended, covering everything around him.

He glanced back slightly at Moriturus, his brow faintly furrowing.

Then his palm was already pressed against Rotes's shoulder.

Rotes's body immediately writhed, and a tiny figure resembling Rotes crawled out, trying to flee.

Yet after taking only three steps, thick blue smoke rose from its body, and it turned to ash beneath the sacred power.

The Saint said nothing more and stepped forward.

After a slight flicker in his gaze, he headed straight for Angel Nai.

"Haha, looks like you inspire more hatred than I imagined!" The Twin Demon laughed at the sight.

He had thought that plotting to drag a Sky Whale into the Abyss would make him the Saint's primary target.

But now, it seemed Naimus was even more hated. The Saint had actually chosen Naimus first.

"Then you can be eliminated first!" The Twin Demon had no regard for ties among his kind. Beating down the weaker one and taking him out first was the proper course.

No matter who won afterward, it would be between him and the remaining person.

Otherwise, if all three of them fought in a free-for-all while trying to play both sides, he himself might be the one whose advantage was stripped away.

In the current situation, the Twin Demon still held the advantage.

He had more trump cards than Naimus and a higher tolerance for mistakes. Though the Saint was powerful, and the Saint's Secret Curse had summoned what could be considered his main body, it was ultimately not his true form.

Under such circumstances, he still had a chance of winning.

Yet as time passed, the advantage the Twin Demon had spent two hundred years arranging would rapidly disappear.

And Angel