Mike didn't argue or hesitate. Instead, he focused on the task at hand.
The butterfly didn't linger either. It left the Supreme Abyssal without a word.
Moments after the butterfly departed, a series of violent tremors erupted from the depths of the Abyss.
These tremors were a hundred times stronger than before.
Mike's expression darkened as a possibility crossed his mind.
The earlier commotion had only been the butterfly fighting the Supreme Demon God—a mere appetizer.
Now, Apollo was truly making his move.
Mike couldn't help but take a sharp breath.
But he didn't have time to cheer Apollo on. He was still busy with his own task.
The ground around the throne had been mostly dug out.
Mike glanced at the man seated on the throne, whose face bore a striking resemblance to Maxen's.
He needed to secure the man to the throne.
Mike removed Nightmare's Breeze and used the cloak to wrap the man tightly.