In the deep Underground World, besides the lava valleys linked by countless cracks and ravines, there were also innumerable damp, shadowy, frigid abyssal chasms.
One was hot, the other cold.
The creatures of the lava valleys lived in relatively warm environments. Most were hot-tempered and aggressive, keen on evolving their bodies and strengthening their innate powers.
The creatures of the abyssal chasms, on the other hand, dwelled year-round in cold darkness. Most were sinister and cunning, adept at survival, concealment, and research, and possessed an intense curiosity and territorial instinct.
Overall, however, the lava valleys were the more common habitats in the Underground World.
The God of Devouring was one of the many subordinate gods of the Dark True Demon. Though his rank was not particularly high, the territory under his command contained a relatively small abyssal chasm, home to many shadowy creatures.
Thus, even though these bizarre demons were not eager to invade whenever the God of Devouring waged war, they still had to obey the Divine Decree and send a few capable fighters.
Such as this Dark Curse Shadow Demon King.
It was a Dark Sparrow, seemingly quite ordinary. The only unusual thing about it was that its left eye was a pitch-black vortex.
Flapping its wings, it landed on the head of a Fallen Bone in front of the Eight-Armed Blade Giant Demon King.
"Demons, charge!"
The metal-plated Eight-Armed Blade Giant Demon King, who had been roaring and barking orders as countless demons surged toward the towering metal fortress, turned to look.
"It's you!"
The Eight-Armed Blade Giant Demon King sneered. "You're quite cautious, hiding inside that eye! Hmph, this is the front line of a war. It's no place for cowards like you who only know how to skulk in the shadows."
The Dark Sparrow gazed