"Damn Elves, they're trying to destroy the continent!"
The terrible news arrived: the Magic Disaster could no longer be easily extinguished.
After sensing that something was wrong, Hudson personally went to investigate. The demon army had already exceeded one hundred thousand, with thirteen Demon Kings alone.
And that number was still growing.
The original Spatial Rift had now turned into a spatial passageway, a full hundred meters wide, enough for a large army to pass through normally.
They had missed the best time to wipe out the demons. What followed would be a bitter battle. All they could do now was hope that the connected Abyss was not too powerful and that the races of the continent could hold the line.
"Since things have come to this, send the news back immediately and prepare to reorganize the army for war!
"The Abyssal Plane has many layers. If we are connected to the weakest one, we may still have a chance of winning.
"Also, send word to all races across the continent. An Abyssal invasion means destruction. No one can escape this disaster!"
Hudson spoke with a grave expression.
Deep down, his unease grew stronger and stronger.
His instincts told him that the Abyssal invasion was only the beginning. More trouble was on its way.
Just as everyone accepted reality, they received messages from the Elves and the Stone People Race. Their anger immediately flared up again.
The people of the Five Nations Alliance, especially, began cursing on the spot.
If the Elves wanted to leave, they could have just said so!
Others might have caused trouble, but they beneficiaries would certainly have given their full cooperation.
Even if they lacked trust, the Elves could have notified them in advance when opening the Spatial Rift, and everyone could have gone over