"Heh, that's what I was waiting to hear!"
[Demon] laughed loudly, his body suddenly growing taller as purple flames erupted all over him, ready to head out.
[Wolf] let out a piercing howl and followed close behind.
Clad in his tattered black robe, [Death God] seemed to sink into the shadows, vanishing silently from where he stood.
[Fool] leisurely set down his wineglass and straightened the collar of his suit.
He was in no hurry to leave.
As far as he was concerned, this battle was already over.
Before absolute power, mortal resolve was as fragile as a sheet of paper.
He walked over to the screen and looked in the direction Yue Xiaofei had retreated.
"The Adam Project... is finally about to be completed."
"Today, a brand-new era will begin!"
"And I will become the [god] of that new era!"
[Fool] muttered to himself, greed gleaming in his eyes. He gave no thought whatsoever to the two hundred people Zhao Mengsheng had brought.
To him, they were merely a few slightly tougher stepping stones.
Once he kicked them aside, Yue Xiaofei would have no escape.
Soon, the three Thrones prepared to push open the doors and begin a slaughter whose outcome was already decided.
In their eyes, this was no longer a battle.
It was a game of cat and mouse.
The mouse was already exhausted, while the cats were only just getting excited.
But just as [Wolf]'s hand touched the door handle-
Thump!
A muffled sound came from outside the factory.
It wasn't loud, but it had a distinct rhythm.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
It was as though someone were striking the earth like the head of a drum, over and over with an enormous hammer.
All Four Great Thrones froze at once.
[Wolf]'s ears twitched. The savage expression