Amastan utilized his internal energy and floated mid-air as he utter word-by-word, “Do not blame me for being ungrateful if you don’t even treat me like your son.”

He held up his bone machete and hurled it out forcefully.

*Wham!*

The knife slashed and split, almost destroying the whole platform. Huge chunks of debris fell into the lava beneath, leaving only the small area where Raksasa King was.

Raksasa King kept spitting blood due to extreme fury.

“I’m not going to kill you, you’re still my father after all. Just try to survive on your own here,” said Amastan nonchalantly before turning and moving up the walls swiftly with the bone machete in his hand.

To be honest, he had an impulse to kill the Raksasa King in that instant.

He changed his mind when he remembered that his men might come down to check. There would definitely be consequences if they found out that he had murdered his own father.

He knew that there was no way that Raksasa King could come up after the platform was