The End of the Evil God

The red mist in the sky had yet to disappear.

It was Chaos Magic energy trapped by space.

Seeing this, Apocalypse reached toward the void. Great swaths of red mist seeped into it and vanished.

Then they burst out above the Evil God's head.

Boom! The blast knocked him out of the sky.

Startled and furious, the Evil God looked toward Apocalypse.

He knew Apocalypse was responsible, but he did not dare confront him.

All he wanted now was to escape.

He had thought he would eventually find a way out. Instead, no matter how many times he tried, it was as though he were trapped in a maze.

He kept circling the same area, and it was driving him mad.

Pierce had reached the Evil God by then. If Pierce wanted to leave, he needed the Evil God to take him; even a plane could not get him out.

The Evil God grabbed Pierce and roared, "Why didn't you tell me he was the Apocalypse King?"

"Uh..." Pierce said helplessly. "I thought you knew. Weren't you the one who survived an encounter with him?"

Now the Evil God had nothing to say.

From the moment he had been captured, there had been plenty of signs that the young man from the East was the Apocalypse King. Why hadn't he realized it?

His two successful robberies had left him with a fixed impression. Deep down, he did not want to admit that the weakling he had once pushed around had become the most powerful man on Earth.

"I don't care how you do it. Find me a way out, or I'll tear you apart first," the Evil God roared.

Pierce seethed. *You're the Evil God, and even you can't break out of this loop. How is an ordinary man like