Little Devil wore an entire skull on his arm.
The skull was clearly the cranium of some deceased True God. No one knew what method had been used to refine it, but its surface shimmered with a strange luster.
"Cackle, cackle, cackle..."
The skull's jaw moved, and Little Devil's voice was transmitted through it.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the third layer of the Abyss Demon Region...
Countless corpses had piled up into a mountain range...
Atop this Corpse Mountain, another Little Devil was crouching.
This Little Devil had a mouthful of fangs as sharp as knives and was frantically devouring the corpses on the mountain.
The corpses on Corpse Mountain had not come from any particular living creature. They had naturally formed in the forbidden land and were themselves products of fantasy.
Some enormous Corpse Mountains could even develop an instinct to attack. As they writhed, they would silently devour any living beings that approached!
This Corpse Mountain had originally stood three thousand zhang tall.
Yet this Little Devil, who was only two feet tall and shaped like a dwarf, had gnawed away more than half of it in the time it took an incense stick to burn.
The enormous Corpse Mountain writhed without end. The corpses at its base stretched out their limbs, helping the mountain desperately crawl and squirm, but it could not shake off the Little Devil atop it. All it could do was let out horrifying screams through its countless corpses.
"What are you rushing for? It took us forever to reach the upper level. I haven't eaten such fresh corpses in ages." As he gnawed away, the Little Devil on Corpse Mountain spoke to the skull on his wrist. Whenever he opened his mouth, blood dripped continuously from it.
"Squish, squish..." After chewing