The Abyss Falls Completely

The Far-Northern Abyss had become a wound that kept widening and festering. Every defense the Orc race had built around it had fallen into its depths as it expanded.

Of the dozens of royal clan chiefs at Peak Epic Rank who had remained outside, fewer than twenty were left. The others had been wounded in the brutal fighting of the past few days, corrupted, and turned into new Black Demons.

The Black Demons in the Abyss were no longer content with the spatial rifts inside it. They crossed the rifts and climbed straight out of the Abyss.

One severely decayed Undying Corpse after another crawled out, roaring hoarsely as they lunged at the chiefs.

They absorbed the power of the dead chiefs. The decay on their bodies slowed, and fresh, rotting flesh even began to grow.

"Brothers, looks like we're going to live and die together this time.

Honestly, I envy those powerful clans. Mine used to be one too, but after my King Father died, we no longer had the foundation to produce another Demigod Level Beastfolk king."

"I don't envy them. I envy you for marrying such a beautiful wife. If I'd known this day was coming, I'd have had my way with that woman back then."

"Nothing but filth comes out of that dog mouth of yours. I'll claw your dog head apart!"

The Crane Beastman shattered a Black Demon with one claw and cursed at the Dog-Head Beastman.

The surviving clan chiefs of the Orc race freely poured out the envy and resentment they had bottled up, along with their longing for power.

But the mindless Black Demons did not listen to their final complaints. They swarmed in like locusts, tearing off their flesh to feed themselves.

With a boom, a dragon's claw flew out of