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On a charred and scalding hilly terrain, two demons were fiercely fighting.

One of the demons had a massive skull with demon horns that were straight and sharp, adept at attacking enemies with charges. The other demon had strong hind limbs and was skilled at jumping. Both demons wanted to prey on each other, their eyes already reddened from battle, leaving the surroundings in disarray.

The battle did not last long before a victor emerged. The demon skilled at jumping seized an opportunity, leaped onto the big-headed demon's neck, and bit down from the back of the neck with its sharp teeth, delivering a fatal blow.

Purple blood flowed out. The victorious demon stood on its enemy's corpse and let out a wild howl.

Just as it lowered its head to enjoy its prey, a black shadow suddenly rushed from behind. The demon skilled at jumping was startled and quickly flipped over, trying to dodge. However, the rushing black shadow bit directly onto its hind leg.

Only then did the demon clearly see the appearance of the attacker. It was a three-headed hellhound. This hellhound appeared to be quite small, but the biting force of its three heads was exceptionally astonishing. After being bitten, the demon desperately kicked its hind legs, trying to shake off the little hellhound. However, no matter how it thrashed, the little hellhound swung along in mid-air, refusing to let go.

The demon picked up a stone from the ground and hurled it at the little hellhound. However, the hellhound let go at that moment, disengaging from its hind leg. The demon, unable to stop its throw, ended up hitting its own leg with the stone.

The demon let out an angry roar, annoyed, and reached out to grab the hellhound, intending to tear the little thing in half. However, before its hand could reach it, a cold air suddenly spewed from the small dog mouth of one of the hellhound's heads, attacking its hand and almost freezing it stiff.

After spewing the cold air, the little hellhound leaped, flashing to the demon's other side. Its three heads then bit down three times.

The demon cried out in pain. It got up, intending to use its ability to jump out of the battlefield. However, the leg that was bitten first suddenly felt a numbness, rendering it unable to exert any force, causing it to stumble and fall to the ground.

Seeing the demon fall, the hellhound excitedly charged forward. But this time, it was careless. The fallen demon rolled on the spot, and its arm swept out, hitting the charging hellhound. The hellhound let out a yelp and was immediately sent flying.

Although not injured, it hurt. The hellhound stood up and whimpered a couple of times, feeling wronged.

Accompanying its whimpers, a voice came from above, saying, "Alright, alright, Fat Tiger, you've done very well!"

The injured demon stiffened and looked up at the sky. It saw a much larger demon descending from above, flapping its wings. It immediately realized that it was probably not going to escape.

The one who arrived was naturally Roy. When he landed, Fat Tiger happily wagged its tail and rubbed against Roy's feet.

For the past few days, Roy had been taking it out hunting to train Fat Tiger's combat skills. As expected of a hellhound's design, Fat Tiger was truly fierce in battle. It dared to charge at demons or demonic creatures larger than itself without hesitation. However, it was still in its juvenile stage, and often could not kill prey entirely on its own.

Even so, Fat Tiger's support combat ability was already remarkable. It was a qualified hunting dog.

Roy squatted down, rubbed Fat Tiger's head as praise, then walked forward, grabbed the injured demon, held its two hind legs, swung it, and smashed it hard onto the ground twice, instantly killing the demon.

Along with the big-headed demon not far away, Roy had harvested two prey. After their souls departed their bodies, Roy collected one, and the remaining one was directly given to Fat Tiger.

This was something Roy had discovered during his recent training of Fat Tiger. Although it was a custom creature and not a demon, perhaps because Fat Tiger was also a soul-created being, it could devour souls like a demon. And every time it devoured a soul, its body size would grow a little.

Fat Tiger was no longer the size of a ten-centimeter puppy. Its body had now grown to about forty centimeters, and the muscles on its body were gradually strengthening. Its pounces and bites were starting to have some power, and its strength and speed attributes had naturally increased. However... it still looked like a little fatty!

While Fat Tiger was devouring the soul, Roy collected some charred deadwood from the surroundings. After piling it up, he called out to Fat Tiger.

Fat Tiger trotted over happily. One of its heads opened its mouth and spewed a flame onto the deadwood, instantly igniting the bonfire. Roy, using the bonfire, began to roast the meat.

Since having Fat Tiger, Roy had been eating cooked food at all times these past few days. This was an unexpected gain. Otherwise, in the past, he would have had to go to the magma river to get fire. Now, he just needed to call out, and Fat Tiger would immediately transform into a lighter.

Some of the roasted demon meat was given to Fat Tiger. Fat Tiger's three heads let out "Ao," "Wu," and "Wang" respectively towards Roy, expressing its thanks before burying its head in the meal.

According to Roy's estimation, with Fat Tiger eating food and souls daily, constantly growing, it might not be long before it reaches the level Roy initially set for it.

Roy's psychological expectation for Fat Tiger was as a combat pet. After it gradually mastered some combat skills, Roy had already started planning to have Fat Tiger cooperate with him in battles.

Situations like them, one demon and one hound cooperating, were not common in this Shallow Abyss World. Many demons were solitary and didn't trust other demons. Therefore, it could be foreseen that any demons encountering Roy and Fat Tiger in the future would be unlucky...

In the past few days, although Roy had been training Fat Tiger, he hadn't stopped exploring. The nest he found last time had been abandoned by Roy, and their current location was already far from that nest.

Even the Shallow Abyss was vast and expansive. Roy's exploration behavior was actually quite unusual among Lower Demons. If demons had strength, they would generally demarcate an area as their territory, then prey and hunt within that territory, only migrating if driven out by stronger demons.

Roy's actions often led him into the territories of other demons, resulting in attacks. However, with the Bloodthirst Technique at his disposal and Fat Tiger as his helper, Roy wasn't worried at all. Along the way, any demon that actively provoked him had been eliminated, including some powerful Lower Top Tier Demons.

Currently, Roy was almost unrivaled among Lower Demons. Unless it was a creature of excessively large body size, Roy didn't need to take detours...

Through continuous advancement and exploration, Roy naturally had his harvests. He had already found three locations with Abyss Gate Magic Array Altars. Contrary to Roy's imagination, these altars were not necessarily found inside dead volcanoes; some were placed in open wilderness.

The three altars he found undoubtedly covered a large surrounding area. As long as an altar existed, demons and demonic creatures living nearby would frequently go to the altar and respond to the summons through the Abyss Gate.

Although he didn't know who set up these altars, Roy guessed that their true purpose might not just be to allow demons to travel to other worlds. It was more likely set up for war, because these altars were like base station signal towers; as long as an altar sent out a signal, nearby demons could receive it...

Besides the altars, Roy had already traveled over a thousand kilometers in the Shallow Abyss World. However, he had not encountered a single Middle Demon throughout this journey, which made Roy somewhat puzzled. Were the Middle Demons in the lower layers disdainful of coming to the Shallow Abyss, or was there something restricting them, preventing them from ascending?